I love you Lord as I lift my voice to worship You, oh my soul rejoice. Take joy my King in what You hear, may it be a sweet – sweet sound in Your ear.
Lord, I will sing my song as loud as the one who comes from heaven with a shout: “The Bridegroom comes. Awake, His bride, get ready and wipe the slumber from your eyes; trim the wick of your lamp and raise the wick so your lamp burns very bright, as the darkness is deepest at midnight.”
Watchman Raymond D. Sopp