Little flame, kindled and reborn
the Glory found in His holy name
Fear that strikes me speechless
The angel standing between
bridging the gap...divinity
could it be...
...can this be?
Your sword out of its sheath
face buried, holy ground beneath my feet
yet no sentence was gave
Little flame, kindled and reborn
the Glory found in His holy name
Eyes shut, face down on my knees
His holy array, before my very face
splendor, glory, and majesty
Little flame, kindled and reborn
the Glory found in His holy name
open hands embrace my face
...Your love displayed
could it be...my God still before me
...can this be?
JG
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
No comments:
Post a Comment