escaping wrath.
in my earlier days, i responded to
the Voice who speaks all things into being
as though He were merely
the Great Fire Escape.
i climbed through windows, hoping simply
to be spared the burning of my flesh.
i believed the Flame would pass me by, but
the Consuming Fire shows no partiality;
it tests each man's work.
my hope for escape is now the hope
to be engulfed by the Flames of Love.
i pray that my work stands and that
the Great Furnace burns through that
which must be lost, for a great deal
of the Refining Fire is needed, but
if i try to escape Its Heat,
then i shall surely be burned to death.
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