En:trance Lyrics & Tabs by Stephen the Levite
En:trance
guitar chords lyrics
En: trance
(1 Kings 6-7, 2 Chron 3-4, Heb 9: 1-14, 10: 19-23)
Max McLean: "Oh the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God!
How unsearchable his judgments, and paths beyond tracing out!" Rom. 11: 33 NIV
Steve: It's like I'm plungin' into His wisdom, and I love to swim
in His word, His Spirit fillin' my lungs again
no SCUBA needed, I'm one of His kin,
cryin' Abba Father in the water bubbles as I'm comin' to Him
gettin' closer feel the Sun on my skin
the glory of the Lord pullin' me forward His love tuggin' somethin' within
feelin' unworthy, there's nothin' in men
deservin' of His presence I'm dirty and daily I need scrubbin' again
but His blood covers an abundance of sin
though as I get nearer exposed in a mirror is just how grungy I am
I become more of a mirror the cleaner the clearer His reflection
but His blood covers an abundance of sin
though as I get nearer exposed in a mirror is just how grungy I am
I become more of a mirror the cleaner the clearer His reflection
as He purifies my heart in section is the goal is perfection
one day he's comin' again
I'll be it then but until, I hear the trumpets and men leavin' their graves I'm still
searchin' the depths of His wisdom and love
learnin' to breathe His Spirit, my body fueled by His blood
Max McLean: "And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love,
may have power, together with all the saints,
to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ,
and to know his love that surpasses knowledge,
that you may be filled to the measure with all the fullness of God" Eph 3: 17b-19
Steve: It's like I'm enterin' into the temple
left my flesh at the altar bathed at the laver, continuin'
in identifyin' with Christ and sacrifice
purged with his word and Spirit the knife, cuttin' precisely
dividing the soulish and spiritual, devotion from ritual
Pharisaic traditions and relational pinnacles
no longer seen as sinful linen cloaks my physical
like the ship of Vulcan, my sins become invisible
in visible distance I behold the holiest
pass the pillars and the porch and approach with boldness
establish in his strength, glad to be his associates
communing without the communism of the Soviets
consuming the shewbread frosted with pure frankincense offered for a memorial is the metaphor makin' sense
a wonderful fragrance made when the Son was offered
grantin' me access into the throne room of the Father
continuin' onward after glancin' at the lamp stands
light providin' sight, so I see where my Timberlands stand
filled with His Spirit the light of Christ that shines before man
Holy Ghost promote more than Jordan and Foreman
for a minute I pause at the altar of incense
thanked the Lord for interceding for my since an infant
an infinite God in torn flesh ripped the curtain
He searchin' my dirty heart but his heart is worthy of searchin' for certain
Max McLean: "Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus,
by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body,
and since we have a great priest over the house of God,
let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith,
having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water." Heb. 10: 19-22
Steve: It's like I'm walkin' into the oracle
sparked in the heart of David, made in the days of Solomon, but now historical
gold walls carved with palm trees
open flowers and cherubim done marvelously they pause me
cause me to stop and meditate
consider the hosts of heaven the Lord with His son and all His delegates
I long to sing along and celebrate
holy holy holy is the Lamb who was slain to save us from hellish fate
suddenly I'm in another place
the mercy seat and the arc are replaced with God's throne of grace
the cherubim live, they spectate, I fall prostrate
His glory is heavy I can't take the weight
then I awake at the crib and I'm prostrate in my bed
next to the pages I read to behold His face
and by grace it is real, and through faith it's revealed
that when I'm prayin' I'm still in His Holy Place
Max McLean: "Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has gone through the heavens,
Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess.
For we do no have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses,
but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are, yet was without sin.
Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence,
so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need" Heb. 4: 14-16
