Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Wall of Fire and Glory



There are mornings when I wake  Feeling fragile  feeling weak
A vulnerable amorphous ache Not knowing what to pray or seek
A present sense of wrongness A disturbance in my soul
A vascillating vague distress Threatens to take its toll

I’m tempted to just run away From this sapping sense of stress
But Jesus comes to potter’s clay Empowers me  to pass the test
I worship my great God for this. When for His help I cry
He shows to me His faithfulness And answers bye and bye

Lord be to me a wall of fire  That guards my weary soul 
be to me the glory in our midst. My flagging heart console
Amid the protection of His fire His presence is our pleasure
He becomes our hearts desire Our holy hallowed treasure

When almost paralyzed by fear O’er rumblings dire and ominous
My anguished cries He will hear And answers with His promises
All the promises are yes to me  in Christ  they all are mine
And how much more his children see the blessedness divine

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Is not my word like fire, declares the Lord, 
And like a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces?
I see your glory in that fire it cannot be ignored
Strike  the blow that breaks my heart so love increases

Lord be to me a wall of fire  That guards my weary soul 
be to me the glory in our midst. My flagging heart console
Amid the protection of His fire His presence is our pleasure
He becomes our hearts desire Our holy hallowed treasure
 
Zechariah 2:4-5; 2 Corinthians 1:20; Jeremiah 23:29 
Anthony Foster

November 2, 2020 

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