Time and life are swept in a race-Searching for their meeting place

Heaven and eternity await in haze and darkened mirror

Holy ground eludes us now- Surrounded by the bush's glow

We're blinded by its purity while we mix truth and error

We find that we've discovered fire when glory ignites our desire

As we pursue our Holy Lord, our vision's ever clearer.

So as we remove our shoes, savoring His subtle hues

Worship fills the heart with wonder- we now need not draw nearer.

When we have seen him face to face we're shown the glory of His grace

He sanctifies us with His love and preoves he holds none dearer.

For now He dwells in holy ground- a living altar formed and found

To be the temple of this world we now are the God bearer!

March 19,1991

Anthony Foster

Copyright 1991 Anthony Foster