Pillared majesty shapes the halls of God, Each pillar bears the weight of holiness. The floors of the colonnade are emerald green, With marbled streaks of glory. Shekinah smoke is clean like mountain air, And yet so dense that sinners cannot breathe. The central hall ascends to all the thrones, Where elders and their crowns …
Mountainous Grace
Your might and majesty, O Lord are mountainous grace. We bless Your beauty, the beauty of holiness. The glory of Your goodness is the glory of the only begotten, The Son of our salvation, our Savior who purchased us. We come now, confessing, we cannot be restrained. The sanctuary stones cry out—can living stones be …
Lift Up Your Heads
The earth belongs to God! All it contains is only His And all who breathe are His as well. What is His right to speak this way? He fashioned all that is, He placed it on the seas. Who can ascend before His throne? Who can come before His face, Or stand within His holy …
Greatness Stoops
Our Father God, Your Word proclaims all life, And death has died, the enemy laid low. You have thrown down all pettiness and sin, You have declared that greatness always stoops. The way of life must now embrace the cross, The selfless one emerges from the grave, And we rejoice since Jesus led the way.
All Things
The Sawtooth Bitterroot give glory to God! The North Pacific and all it contains, Trees in the wilderness, countless trees magnify the name of the Lord our God. But all things praise Him— Steam from a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup, a truck stop in Wyoming, and miles of asphalt in the high …
Holiness Off the Bay
You thunderheads from off the bay, give glory to God. You mighty ones, give glory and strength. You black mountains of water, give glory to Him. Come to shore worshiping, in the beauty of holiness, in thunderhead holiness. The voice of the Lord is on the waters the God of glory thunders — echo …
Tension
You lift up kings and throw them down. At Your Word, congresses and parliaments are tumbled into confusion and the babble of tongues, pundits, and 24 hour news coverage. You throw the ocean against the shore, And sometimes that shore is inhabited. Mothers cry and children are lost. Their surviving men curse the God in …
Ratios
The saints of God are mountains, snowcapped and glorious. They stand under heaven, and tower to a crushing weight, the weight of glory. And yet, reaching toward heaven, what does such height accomplish? How far can it reach? Against such a standard, What is close? What is far? The valleys are lifted up, The rough …
Vintage
Incarnate blend, sanded like ancient oak, Light, but never pale, Her fruit is weight and glory. A taste of textured chocolate. All mingled years In a cask bestowed, She is my tawny port.
Vintage II
Blended, rich, sanded like ancient oak, Light, but never pale. Her fruit is weight and glory; textured chocolate. All mingled years In a cask bestowed, She is my tawny port.