When I behold His countenance of Light,
I'm struck, as lightening strikes a rooted tree.
Propelled toward energy, there's no respite,
From fusion with the Lord. I then believe.
Next, comes the process. Slowly it unfolds:
He sounds the depths and grows His silent might.
It spreads to all the corners of my soul,
And settles deep within, brings spiritual sight.
To walk by faith oh yield to blinding suns,
And couple with the heat and fiery froth.
Don't cling to cold and darkness' outer runs
And desolation's love which comes to naught.
So fiery brilliance, tongues of fiery flame
Engulf us, baptize us in Jesus Name.
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