To seek what I know I should desire,
A God Who characterizes Himself as an unquenchable fire,
Burning away the muck from times spent in the mire,
All around us circumstances, dire
Beat against the Body like switches plucked from stout briers,
Purging the liars, the defilers,
Prior to healing, brokenness required,
Before thousands of tongues get to sing,
We get to bring, a contrite spirit's broken-heart offering.
All thankfulness for such marvelous a thing,
To the God Who Is, Who conjoins us in Himself as kings.
All glory honor and power to Him.
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