Heights Of Glory
By George Thurlow
Copyright February 26, 1997
I've been climbing up Jacob's ladder,
Been up to see my dad:
What a sensational session
Of fellowship we had.
When down upon these mortal knees
I spend my finest hours,
For there I am transported
By the Spirit's power.
Lifted from temporal plains
Yet feet upon the earth,
In the Spirit I know ecstasy
A barrage of heavenly mirth.
Nothing here can touch me
Stayed in the heavenly realm;
I become a spiritual giant
No devil can overwhelm.
I swim in Ezekiel's river
The waters of rapturous delight,
And splash in the warmth and beauty
Under rays of celestial light.
I drink from a crystal fountain
And my heart is filled with glee.
The way I found to get here...
Spending time upon my knees.
In these heights of Glory
I never want to leave,
And through the Holy Spirit
I come as often as I please.
