I have access to the King.
He invites me to His table.

In the home where angels sing,
He assures me He is able.

I can talk to Him as long
as my seeking heart desires.

As I offer up my praise to Him,
He builds in me a fire.

Shall I not cry out for joy?
hallelujah, what an honor!

The glorious grace of Jesus Christ
has made me a prayer warrior.

There really is no sweeter place
so welcome to my soul

as when I am upon my knees
and drink the Spirit’s flow.

For every time I bow in prayer
His presence sets me free.

He casts aside my every sin,
and then He sings with me.

Shall I not cry out for joy?
hallelujah, what an honor!

The glorious grace of Jesus Christ
has made me a prayer warrior.