C. Leonard Raybon

C. Leonard Raybon

 New Orleans, Louisiana, USA
BandChristianAdult Contemporary

I'm a soloist who creates his own backup vocals and instruments from pianos and software instruments. I am a recent cancer survivor and I have written 12 songs about my cancer experience. This is one of those songs. This one is about sweet escape.

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Lyrics

In the Palace of the Lord

Written By: C. Leonard Raybon

In the palace of the Lord There's a place of warmest welcome. It's the place where those who fell come.
In the palace of the Lord.
In the palace of the Lord Every step is slow and stable.
I don't know the word “unable”
In the palace of the Lord.
In the Palace of the Lord My soul finds a thousand pardons.
And if I will step aboard, Master's ship will take me there.
In the Palace of the Lord I'm alive as sculptured gardens,
And I've dreams to work toward That before I wouldn't dare.
It's the place where hope is stored,
Where each sound's a pleasing chord,
In the palace of the Lord.
In the palace of the Lord I can let myself be solemn,
And my faith stands like a column In the palace of the Lord.
In the palace of the Lord I make sense out of the garble,
For my senses shine like marble...
...In the palace of the Lord Joy is wrought from weary weeping. Laughter stirs that once was sleeping
In the palace of the Lord.
In the Palace of the Lord All the courage I am after
Showers on me from the rafter In the Palace of the Lord.
In the palace of the Lord Pain and worry wield no power,
And it's peace I can afford, For its every fruit is free.
In the palace of the Lord Every tear a cleansing shower,
And the fear I often hoard Is invisible to me.
It's the place where hope is stored, Where each sound's a pleasing chord, In the palace of the Lord.

In the Palace of the Lord

Written By: C. Leonard Raybon

In the palace of the Lord There's a place of warmest welcome. It's the place where those who fell come.
In the palace of the Lord.
In the palace of the Lord Every step is slow and stable.
I don't know the word “unable”
In the palace of the Lord.
In the Palace of the Lord My soul finds a thousand pardons.
And if I will step aboard, Master's ship will take me there.
In the Palace of the Lord I'm alive as sculptured gardens,
And I've dreams to work toward That before I wouldn't dare.
It's the place where hope is stored,
Where each sound's a pleasing chord,
In the palace of the Lord.
In the palace of the Lord I can let myself be solemn,
And my faith stands like a column In the palace of the Lord.
In the palace of the Lord I make sense out of the garble,
For my senses shine like marble...
...In the palace of the Lord Joy is wrought from weary weeping. Laughter stirs that once was sleeping
In the palace of the Lord.
In the Palace of the Lord All the courage I am after
Showers on me from the rafter In the Palace of the Lord.
In the palace of the Lord Pain and worry wield no power,
And it's peace I can afford, For its every fruit is free.
In the palace of the Lord Every tear a cleansing shower,
And the fear I often hoard Is invisible to me.
It's the place where hope is stored, Where each sound's a pleasing chord, In the palace of the Lord.