SIT WITH ME IN MY THRONE

I'm pressing toward the mark
for the prize of the high calling.
I'm running in a race where
  Perfection means no more falling.

Paul was caught up into the heavens
Saw things unlawful for him to preach.
He saw the mysteries of God
  how to open the mind, put God in our reach.

I'm pressing to obtain the prize
of the high calling of God.
I'm rising up in Him
   where mortal flesh cannot trod.

I'm lifting him up from the lower parts of man
I'm lifting Him up just as high as I can.
 I'm lifting Him up who is the Head
   Of this body of Christ, who will raise the dead.

Oh! Grave! Where is your victory? Oh! Death!
Where is your sting?
 Lost forever in Life, All heaven now sings!
     Come up hither, My chosen: Sit here with me my Son
        Enter now into thy rest, the victory, now is won!

Together we will restore; heaven, earth and creation
Carnal man cannot see the 'Oneness' of our relation
  I AM, 'your you' you are "MY ME"
    Together forever through all eternity.

No more separation, no more loneliness to be
Here we stand together united in One Body.
No more male and female, no more Adam and Eve
   No more searching for the other part of me.

The Spirit and The Bride, together say come.
Giving Living Water, restoring, resurrecting each one!
   Here the prize of the high calling is revealed!
     No more mystery! No darkness! Nothing is sealed!


Email Mary Sue Hafley
Gospel Crusaders Ministry