Words and Music by Paxson Jeancake, 2008
We come again to the throne of grace,
To heaven's courts, to holy praise.
By the blood we now draw near,
With holy things, holy fear.
With holy hands lifted high, holy prayers that arise.
Holy meal that we share, holy words we declare.
Holy people, redeemed; holy things, holy things.
Holy God, consuming fire;
Lamb of God, our one desire.
Son of Man, Ancient of Days;
We offer you the sacrifice of praise.
This is footage from our first service at Valley Springs. This was the last song I wrote in Atlanta. It's based on passages from the book of Hebrews. I've long been intrigued by the language of Hebrews 12:22-24 in particular, that we "have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to innumerable angels in festal gathering" (ESV).
I recently led worship for and spoke to our High School ministry (U4IC, pronounced "euphoric"). My talk was entitled, "Worship: A Way of Life on Earth, a Foretaste of Life in Heaven." In some mysterious way we join heavenly realities when we gather to worship. I tried to convey the sense of mystery in the composition of the song itself. It works nicely during communion.