Within This Blackness Needest I A Flame…


Within this blackness needest I a flame

To warm my frozen faith which numbeth be

The fi’re be used to see from whence I came

And point me for’ard to boldly follow He


As Spirit Holy scrapes His sharpened Word

Against the flinty stone within my chest

A spark erupts within my screamings heard

And soon the conflagration gives me rest


And as I travel on I spy the walls

Whose gilded markings made so long ago

Have made many a runner walk, then crawl

And backslide from the Way, the Truth, the Glow


Thus I assign my life to Him Who told

The rais’ed Truth o’er lies in ancient gold