Lift Up The Gates by Preson Phillips

In Our Winters by Preson Phillips

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Lift Up The Gates
by Preson Phillips

Album: In Our Winters

Lift up your heads oh ancient doors
This carnal temple, now the Lord's
Prepare for visitation unlike ever seen before

This carnal house of earthly sin
Where gates are low, and built for men
Now renovations must occur, for glory this way comes

Lift up your gates
The King is entering
Lift up the doors
Oh, these ancient doors

My Father walks the earth
His feet they roam the sand
My God he parts the seas
And halts the waters with His hands

But my people build His house so small
With pious righteousness and pride
And we stand atop our filthy rags
Like towers built to reach the sky
And my people paint cathedral walls
That He can't fit inside

Lift up your gates
The King is entering
Oh ancient doors
Prepare the way of our Lord

Lift up your heads oh ancient doors
Once pagan temples, now the Lord's
Prepare for visitation like you've never seen before

These carnal hearts of earthly sin
Where gates are low, and built for men
Now renovations must occur, for glory this way comes