A Prayer
Close my sinful eyes oh Lord,
that I might clearly see.
Thy wondrous works oh Lord,
concealed in a timeless mystery.
Things no mortal could ever hope,
in worlds beyond the sky.
Words no poet has ever wrote,
no matter how hard he try.
Give ear to my humble plea,
a piece of glory of that I speak.
This flame of old the key,
to unlock the door I seek.
To enter in thine temple court
and walk boldly to thy throne.
Though my righteousness comes up short,
unto your light I'm drawn.
At last I fall on face to ground,
your voice is like a burning fire.
Consuming all that's found,
and truth it doth require.
Thy presence gives me peace,
thy grace it cleanse my soul.
This moment I pray shall never cease,
it's value more than gold.
When eyes I open to the day,
I leave this visitation.
My faith the secret pathway,
I trust without hesitation.
This flame I sought twas in my heart,
put there by God himself.
Hidden in the word never to depart
or to leave upon the shelf.
9/21/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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