The Veil is Torn
It is harder to praise You now with things the way they are.
It is harder to praise You now that I have moved away so far.
I try to praise You with my voice; I try to lift my hands.
Other voices seem to call to me; my arms seem weighed down.
I long to feel your presence washing over me.
I long for your fact to be all my eyes can see.
Is there some kind of wall that has been raised?
Is there a veil now between us covering my praise?
Do You miss our joyous times together as I do?
Do You miss hearing my voice calling out to You?
Do You wonder where all my praises have gone?
Do You watch with sadness as I try to make it on my own?
I know your Word tells me You are always near.
I know your Word tells me each prayer You hear.
Today I know the wall fell so very long ago.
A torn veil, into your throne room, now allow my praises to flow.
Lord, take this doubt, take this fear I pray.
Lord, let me see I am worthy to lift my hands today.
Forgive me for this distance that has kept us apart.
Let me once again love and serve you with my whole heart.
Lord, take this doubt, take this fear I pray.
Lord, let me see I am worthy to lift my hands today.
Forgive me for this distance that has kept us apart.
Let me once again love and serve you with my whole heart.