One degree of glory to another!
Passed from sister to brother
We are changed into the likeness of Christ
As the Enemy with powers tries to heist.
The Lord is the Spirit of this we know
Which is why to Him we must always go.
His likeness of glory is ours to be had
As a gift from a God who’s totally rad.
His actions aren’t the way we expect Him to be
But He’s strong and stable, like an old oak tree.
He’s our rock amidst turbulent waters
A safe harbor for all his sons and daughters.
The Spirit gives us glory beyond all measure
In a clay jar which holds our treasure.