-What a privilege//
To see the king you promised for deliverance//
And me receive the honor to deliver this vision//
The Lord of hosts/-

Whoa, I am assaulted/
Seeing the holy Lord on his throne, vaulted, high and exalted/
A sight my eyes entirely admired/
The same year King Uzziah had expired/
Is it coincidental/
The train of his robe filled the temple,
His holiness exposing we're sinful/
He was seated as he governs/
While each having six wings, were seraphim above him/
Two wings for covering, their face, two for covering/
Their feet, while the other two they were using for hovering/
In awe they spoke/
To each other saying holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts/
The whole earth is full of his glory/
Surely, was the story of this auditory oratory/
He who wrote the book on salvation/
Spoke, amidst the smoke, and shook it's foundations/

-What a privilege//
To see the king you promised for deliverance//
And me receive the honor to deliver this vision//
The Lord of hosts/-

I can't hide the horror/
I broke the law from inside the Torah, in need of cyanide to say sayonara/
He'll light me up like a firefly behind my aura/
Like Sodom and Gomorrah, unbottling His furor/
When his unseen fists, hits my unclean lips/
For being people of unclean ness/
My understanding can't abandon my reasoning/
Conclusion, woe is me for I have seen the King/
Feelings unaltered, my fear doesn't falter/
A seraphim with coals now flies near from the altar/
Using tongs cause the coals were smoldering hot/
Plus he's on a level of holy they're not/
Indication of glorification/
It's clear I sin, with seraphim in fear of him, needing purification/
Now the coals that he holds in the clutch of its grips/
Amazingly, are touching my lips/

-What a privilege//
To see the king you promised for deliverance//
And me receive the honor to deliver this vision//
The Lord of hosts/-

Just as I was thinking no more/
He said it removes my guilt, and filth, my sin has been atoned for/
Man, that's heavy like I hoist rocks/
Then I'm hearing an incomparable voice box/
It was God that was speaking, seeking/
Someone to send for Him, here I am, send me then/
I'll go to your people, claiming they're expecting me/
But won't find my name in a directory/
The one they should be about accepting/
They hear with no comprehension, see without perception//
Make their heart the issue//
Because they haven't seen you in your splendor, like sugar that's artificial/
They're encumbered, I wonder, that the trouble they're under/
Really is a double entendre//
Yeah, I need grace to reveal/
Just like their hearts, if they about face and be healed/

-What a privilege//
To see the king you promised for deliverance//
And me receive the honor to deliver this vision//
The Lord of hosts/-