Refiners 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 wont burn in hell.
May the flames grow ever higher
Burn me with your refiners 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