I can only imagine.
Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus, or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence, or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine.
Father,
Into Your arms, I commit my life.
Into Your will, I commit myself.
Into Your hands, I commit my heart.
Into Your hands, I commit my spirit.
"Jesus doesn’t just make us better. He makes us new."
— Mark Driscoll
