Where would you expect to find, the glory of the Lord?
Where nothing tarnished ever touched, or feet have ‘ere explored?
How about upon the highest hill where air is thin but pure,
And the hind’s back feet can surely step among where eagles soar?
Where would you expect to find, the glory of the Lord?
In a city filled with noise and drive and full of cares and woe?
Amidst the struggles of this life when dreams remain hollow,
Would then we see the brightness of His love and glory poured?
To all above we say amen and look to see His face,
For everywhere His people are, His Spirit yet remains.
Gladly He waits-His presence firm, all circumstance out-paced.
His people adored and upon them He pours unlikely glory and His grace.