I do not take for granted where I stand is holy ground
And I would not desecrate this blessed refuge that I've found
I would tell you, Lord, how excellent is you name above all names
I could tell how much you mean to me
You're worthy of all praise but when my spirit is empty
And words of life are all too few
More than a prayer of adoration, Lord, I need to hear from you
I need to hear my Father's voice
There's calm assurance in the quietness
Like fresh anointing oil
I need to hear my Father's voice
To be a blessing I must first be blessed
Before I walk I need that place of rest
Lord, spill your cup of holiness on me
I do not take for granted this high and holy place
Where I in my weakness draw a pure and solemn strength
I have so much to be thankful for
So much more than I deserve
I could cry through all my private pain
And you would know how deep it hurts
And though all that is within me
Cries of thankful gratitude
In the silence of this moment, Lord,
I need to hear from you
I need to hear my Father's voice
There's calm assurance in the quietness
Like fresh anointing oil
I need to hear my Father's voice
To be a blessing I must first be blessed
Before I walk I need that place of rest
Lord, spill your cup of holiness on me
Lord I pray, Lord I pray
Take my cup, fill it up more and more each day
Take my cup, Lord I pray
Take my cup, fill it up more and more each day
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