Ascend by the Stairs Called Praise (Poem)

In sweet surrender, I yield

To You Holy Spirit,

Oh, dove of God,

Fall afresh sweet anointing

Break every yoke, which binds,

Bring me into total harmony with You

I posture myself in repentance,

So, that I can ascend

By the spiritual stairs of worship,

In Your holy presence I am free

Take me into the high places,

The place of the high praises

Of the Almighty,

Who dwells in eternity

Whose name is Holy,

Make this my secret place, and

My pavilion, and refuge

My hiding place, and my secret abode,

Cleanse me, and hide me

In Your holiness

Where I can sing along,

Holy, holy, holy with the heavenly host

Under the shadow of the Almighty,

I ascend to You my God by the stairs,

I climb and arise

With a heart of thanksgiving,

Each step takes me higher and higher

I am elevated into praise and worship,

I’ve come to extol and adore You Lord

With holy reverence and awe,

I’m in Your holy presence,

Delighted to be here

To commune with You,

It is here that Your glory unfolds

Pure, and holy is Your countenance,

Your voice I hear, saying,

Come up higher, and

Leave the small places

I will saturate your thirst, and

Fill your hunger, and

Fulfill your quest, and search for Me

As you diligently seek My holiness.