Consumed

The fire of your presence falls - consuming this life of mine,
The dross burns away – making way to let your glory shine,
Consumed by the weight of your presence in this place,
Blinded by the brilliance and majesty of your face,
Hearts rekindled which have far too long burned cold,
Coward hearts who need your touch now become bold,
Your glory saturates and drenches the house of the Lord,
All are consumed and humbled by the one we adore,
No priest or preacher needed to exalt you in your glory,
No minister needed this day as you tell your own story,
Knees bowed to the floor – humbled by sin - in need of grace,
Worship turned to sacrifice in a divinely appointed embrace,
Consumed to follow, to be a vessel molded in God’s hand,
Harnessed to the gospel – plowing and planting through the land,
Consumed by you and for the glory of your exalted name,
Consumed by the mission of spreading Jesus’ fame
No other purpose – no other desire – satisfies my soul
Than being consumed by the only one who makes me whole