O let the nations be glad and sing: I Can Go

(Verse 1)
in the holy of holies behind the heavy veil, sat the ark of the covenant
where the most High dwells
and only the high priest could enter therein
to offer up the sacrifice in atonement for sin
but the veil was rent an in an instant revealing the holy place
in a hill near by on a rugged cross justice meant grace

(Chorus)
now i can go
into the holy of holies
i can kneel and make my petitions known
i can go, into the holy of holies
and although I'm just a common man
because of God's redemption plan
i can boldly approach the throne

(Verse 2)
the blood of sacrifices
is never more required
for the blood of Christ the spotless lamb completely paid the price
and the sacrifice of worship will open heaven's door
allowing us to enter in the presence of the lord

Chorus (x2)

i can boldly approach the throne
the throne, boldly approach the throne


I haven't edited the lyrics yet to look neat, but I just want to dwell a little bit on Jesus Christ in prayer. I'm so glad that at my most troubled times I can go to Him. In prayer I can go to him as a friend. In prayer, I can go to him as a father. In prayer, I can go to him as a comforter. It's amazing that the only reason I have access to the Lord of the Universe, is because of how he took my wrath upon Himself. What a Savior, what a Lord, what a friend, what a father.

There are just times in my life where I have no idea what to think. My actions seemingly all look to be in vain, or wrong, but I have a God who comforts my heart in this time. I'm so glad I do not have to go to an earthly friend, I don't have to console my own heart, I don't have to seek a counselor, I don't need a psychiatrist, I don't need an addiction, I don't need anything else other than Jesus Christ. I don't want to be long winded, it's getting late, my train of thought is weak, but who can compare to my God? What can compare to my God? I am so thankful that he understands what I'm going through, because He went through the same but moreso. When I feel misunderstood, my Savior moreso, when I feel hated, my Savior moreso. We have a compassionate father, a friend who not only can sympathize, but a God's whose words penetrates do the depths of my heart. No superficial comfort, but true comfort. Peace, no inner turmoil. It's all of grace, every privilege of the adoption to Himself is grace, every benefit is grace, every enabling to do so is grace. Wonderful grace of Jesus, TRULY. It is wonderful. I wish to know my God more and more, and I wish His attributes, and his person, become more of a reality in my life. Praise be to God in all things, whom all things consist. Whoa, mind-blown, what a God!

I don't expect anyone to read this, but I just wanted to put it out there for my sake, lol.