Burning Bushes
A bush on fire, yet not consumed, catches the eye of all in the room Who can't help but notice? Who could ever miss A heart that's devoted to one's Lord like this? A life on a pyre, a fiery plume, whose only desire--his Lord's renown. And God speaks there within the flame Sealing our stare, calling our name. Commissioning servants, Revealing His plans, Ennobling the worthless so that they can stand. And stand we where He takes His aim to show His care and love and fame....
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