And the train of His robe filled the place ...

 In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple. Isaiah 6:1-2

My eyes are lifted high, towards You my King. I see you enthroned. All majestic, all exalted! 

Your train hangs down and sweeps across the place, oh Lord you are SO holy. 

The train of Your robe filled the place, it occupied every spot. It covered every shame. 

I lift my hands high and hold onto parts of your robe’s train. With every move, the train becomes longer as you hand me victories like back in the days, the more enemies a king conquered, the longer the train of his robe became. The train of Your robe is so long and every piece of it is filled with Your great conquering power over all evil. I move and the train of Your robe overshadows me. Your angels are moving around me. I am surrounded by Your unending glory. I want to breathe your glory.

In Your holiness, I see glory. In Your beauty, I see restoration. In Your wounds, I see healing. In your eyes; I see desire. You are magnificent Lord. In You, I find my strength and my security.