Pillar-fire, burning through the blackness,
Glory-cloud, teach me Truth so I can practice,
Blazing-shrub, reveal to me what I should know,
That on His holy-earth where every foot lands is hallowed.
Visible-hand, writing the Word upon the wall,
Aslan's Beasts honoring how the talking-ass stalled,
Wall-O-Seas rising, permitting the humble through,
That as long as the holy-people passed, no harm would they do.
Soul-food, satisfying the people's hunger,
Demon-exorcising, protecting captives from being plundered,
Word-healing, restoring the peoples' cells
Self-sacrificing, saving people from themselves.
There once was a compass that pointed east and west.
Never did the ends meet between the God-man's breast.
So He separated sin from His people and then took His last breath.
So it seemed finished as He met with Death,
But He wasn't done yet, there was another step left,
A step back up to Glory from whence came his Royal crest.
Death was astounded at this confounding play,
Then given his own burial in the burning lake.
The God-man signified His people, stamping them with His own Spirit.
The signet ring of God, God Himself.
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