When I step into my prayer room, close that door behind,
The world fades away, and peace fills my mind.
In the quiet stillness, where only He can hear,
I'm drawn to His presence; I feel Him near.
Oh, the privilege, the honor, to stand where angels sing,
In the holy presence, of my Savior, my King.
With every whispered prayer, my soul takes flight,
As heaven meets earth in this sacred light.
There's no golden throne, no grand royal hall,
Just me and my Savior, who hears my every call.
I pour out my heart, lay my burdens down,
In the room so small, He gives me a crown.
Oh, the privilege, the honor, to stand where angels sing,
In the holy presence, of my Savior, my King.
With every whispered prayer, my soul takes flight,
As heaven meets earth in this sacred light.
Every word spoken, every tear that falls,
He's listening close, catching it all.
In this simple space, no grandeur, no fame,
Yet I'm with the King, who calls me by name.
Oh, the privilege, the honor, to stand where angels sing,
In the holy presence, of my Savior, my King.
With every whispered prayer, my soul takes flight,
As heaven meets earth in this sacred light.
When I walk from this room, He's still with me,
But there's a sacred joy when I fall to my knees.
For I know I'll return, with my heart open wide,
To the presence of the King, my Savior, my Guide.
Jaxon Maverick Phoenix - In The Presence Of The King Lyrics
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English
When I step into my prayer room, close that door behind,
The world fades away, and peace fills my mind.
In the quiet stillness, where only He can hear,
I'm drawn to His presence; I feel Him near.
Oh, the privilege, the honor, to stand where angels sing,
In the holy presence, of my Savior, my King.
With every whispered prayer, my soul takes flight,
As heaven meets earth in this sacred light.
There's no golden throne, no grand royal hall,
Just me and my Savior, who hears my every call.
I pour out my heart, lay my burdens down,
In the room so small, He gives me a crown.
Oh, the privilege, the honor, to stand where angels sing,
In the holy presence, of my Savior, my King.
With every whispered prayer, my soul takes flight,
As heaven meets earth in this sacred light.
Every word spoken, every tear that falls,
He's listening close, catching it all.
In this simple space, no grandeur, no fame,
Yet I'm with the King, who calls me by name.
Oh, the privilege, the honor, to stand where angels sing,
In the holy presence, of my Savior, my King.
With every whispered prayer, my soul takes flight,
As heaven meets earth in this sacred light.
When I walk from this room, He's still with me,
But there's a sacred joy when I fall to my knees.
For I know I'll return, with my heart open wide,
To the presence of the King, my Savior, my Guide.
The world fades away, and peace fills my mind.
In the quiet stillness, where only He can hear,
I'm drawn to His presence; I feel Him near.
Oh, the privilege, the honor, to stand where angels sing,
In the holy presence, of my Savior, my King.
With every whispered prayer, my soul takes flight,
As heaven meets earth in this sacred light.
There's no golden throne, no grand royal hall,
Just me and my Savior, who hears my every call.
I pour out my heart, lay my burdens down,
In the room so small, He gives me a crown.
Oh, the privilege, the honor, to stand where angels sing,
In the holy presence, of my Savior, my King.
With every whispered prayer, my soul takes flight,
As heaven meets earth in this sacred light.
Every word spoken, every tear that falls,
He's listening close, catching it all.
In this simple space, no grandeur, no fame,
Yet I'm with the King, who calls me by name.
Oh, the privilege, the honor, to stand where angels sing,
In the holy presence, of my Savior, my King.
With every whispered prayer, my soul takes flight,
As heaven meets earth in this sacred light.
When I walk from this room, He's still with me,
But there's a sacred joy when I fall to my knees.
For I know I'll return, with my heart open wide,
To the presence of the King, my Savior, my Guide.
Writer: Joshua Malone
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid