A Rocky Fireside
Just a brush in hands a painting fire brand
A preacher once said when approached by a deacon
You rubbing the cats the wrong way not even weakened
He said no I am not the cats need to turn around
Fire on the mountain in all this I have found
He threw no stone He holds his winnowing fan
Thank you Lord for your mercy on me a wretched sinner
You stand at the door burning the sin away like a tin can
made whole and complete the instrument of the righteous winner
Jesus Christ friend of sinners on Christ I stand
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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