| Song | On The Balcony Of Space |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | On The Balcony Of Space |
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On The Balcony Of Space,
Stepped A Pure And Holy God.
And An Awesome In Solitude, He Stood Alone
Not One Faint Star To Give Him Light
Just Endless Rolling, Blackest Night
But Somehow Through All The Darkness, He Could See
He Saw Mountains High And Lofty
He Saw Valleys Lush And Green
He Saw Babbling Brooks, Wildflowers Grow
Even Heard A Robin Sing
But He Felt A Strange Compassion,
As Close To Love As Pain Can Be
Standing Out There In His Tomorrows
He Saw Me.
He Saw Me, In His Likeness,
He Saw Me, Just Like Him.
Pure, Clean, And Holy, Spotless White, Within,
But He Saw Me Bound In Heavy Chains,
And Longed To Set Me Free.
But He Knew If I Became Like Him
He Must Become Like Me.
Jesus Paid It All,
All To Him I Owe;
Sin Had Left A Crimson Stain,
He Washed It White As Snow.
He Washed It White As Snow.
