Wall of Fire and Glory
There are mornings when I wake Feeling fragile feeling weak A vulnerable amorphous ache Not knowing what to pray or seek A present sense of wrongness A disturbance in my soul A vascillating vague distress Threatens to take its toll I’m tempted to just run away From this sapping sense of stress But Jesus comes to potter’s clay Empowers me to pass the test I worship my great God for this. When for His help I cry He shows to me His faithfulness And answers bye and bye Lord be to me a wall of fire That guards my weary soul be to me the glory in our midst. My flagging heart console Amid the protection of His fire His presence is our pleasure He becomes our hearts desire Our holy hallowed treasure When almost paralyzed by fear O’er rumblings dire and ominous My anguished cries He will hear And answers with His promises All the promises are yes to me in Christ they all are mine And how much more his children see the blessedness divine Bridge Is not my ...