Enche o Templo

Uzias had to die for Isaiah to break
High and lifted up, he saw Your glory
Uzias had to die
In the year the old goes, it's the time the new comes
I want Your fire, Lord
Oh, woe is me, I know I'm unworthy

Move the doors of my story
With Your voice, I'm Your house
Wrap me in Your smoke
Tear the sky and come, I want to go beyond

Fill the temple with glory
I'm Your temple now
I cover my face, I cover my feet
Holy is this place
Fill the temple with glory
I'm Your temple now
I raise my hands, You are Holy
I came to worship You

Speak, Lord: Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?
Then I will respond: Send me, here I am, send me
Send me, here I am, send me
I just want Your vision, I won't be blind, send me