Refiner’s Fire

 

From the wood of the cross

Kindle a new fire in my heart

May a coal from your altar provide the spark

Until I burn in my innermost part.

The filthy rags of works that are good

Are never to be understood

As a way to gain your righteousness

For only you can kindle holiness.

If in your presence I am undone

Then that is how the day is won.

For you must save and you alone

To present me spotless before the throne.

An unblemished conscience shall endure

Fueled by holy oil that is pure

This is where your glory dwells

Purify me in fire so I won’t burn in hell.

May the flames grow ever higher

Burn me with your refiner’s fire

Til no more wood hay or stubble remain

And pure gold and silver is all I retain.

9-9-95

Anthony Foster

Copyright 1995 Anthony Foster