Lord –
Sitting on a throne. Robe’s hem filling the space. Seraphs flying and calling to each other.
Holy. Holy. Holy.
Voices shaking the thresholds’ pivots. Smoke filling the house.
Holy. Holy. Holy.
We are lost, yet our eyes have seen You. Touch our lips, and blot out our sin. Prepare us to answer Your call.
Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?
Holy. Holy. Holy.
Here we are. Send us.
Amen.