Michael E. Wood
November 22, 2011
A Prayer
In quiet contemplations
You now speak unto my soul
Reminding me tis grace by
Which You came and made me whole.
This grace is but a foretaste
Of the fullness You impart
With every step of faith we take
With courage and true heart
Of which You gave: The Precious Gift
To worship only You,
Transfixed upon Your glory
Unto which You called us to.
Oh, be to us the wisdom
That You promised by Your blood,
You shed at Calvary to
Overcome the coming flood
Of wrath with which this world
Shall be consumed with Holy fire,
Displaying the great truth of which
You speak, and will transpire,
At the time appointed and
Have spoken by Your Word,
As God incarnate, You shall come,
Your voice be clearly heard.
And none with disappointment
Will then meet You on that day
That You have washed and clothed
With righteousness to then display,
The awesome majesty of
Who You Are in holiness,
That we may in perfection
Worship You; all glorious!
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