Day Six

Wood, Hay, and Stubble

I am a pilgrim and a stranger

A sojourner walking a pathway of danger

A citizen of a city above

Nothing on earth can compete with this love

Nothing of earth can compete with this love.

What need have I of temporary crowns

When the most precious one is the one I’ll cast down

At the feet of my Lord when I bow at His throne.

There in the place where I’ll know as I’m known

There in the place where I’ll know as I’m known.

Here where the greatest blessing is wanting

Here where desire is a place for my haunting

I will hold loosely and I will go free

Sure my possessions do not possess me

Sure my possessions do not possess me.

Wood hay and stubble do not withstand fire

To build with them is not what I would desire

For fires are promised to all those God holds

To clean, purify and refine us as gold.

To clean, purify and refine us as gold

Anthony Foster

January 23, 2003