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Phil Wickham:
I'm walking through the bright white gates, breathing in & out Your grace;
All around me melodies rise that echo with the joy inside.
So I start to sing......but I can't sing loud enough, I can't sing loud enough,
When I'm singing for You, my God.
No, I can't sing loud enough, I can't sing loud enough,
When I'm singing for You, my God.
With a thunder roll & a brilliant light, Your glory bursts & the heavens shine;
The saints & angels stand in awe, captured by the beauty of it all,
So I fall to my knees.....but I can't bow low enough, I can't bow low enough,
At the vision of You, my God.
I can't bow low enough, I can't bow low enough,
At the vision of You, my God.
I can't hold it all inside,
I'm reaching for the One who brought me out of death & into life.
Now I can't lift my hands high enough, lift my hands high enough,
When I'm reaching for You, my God.
I can't lift my hands high enough, lift my hands high enough,
When I'm reaching for You, I'm reaching for You.
I can't lift my hands high enough, lift my hands high enough,
When I'm reaching for You, my God.
I can't lift my hands high enough, lift my hands high enough,
When I'm reaching for You, my God.
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