The Wrath of God blazes forth
As left to myself,
I behold myself.
Where is His image in me?
What have I done ?
Where God is not,
Only Hell resides.
Life has become my agony,
With self-inflicted wounds.
Unchanging Purity of Being,
Fire of Love,
I, now, the antithesis,
Banishing God to the periphery
Holding Him at bay.
My kingdom, my way!
Sin rages in His absence,
A counterfeit of life,
For where the Creator is not,
There is only dissipation.
Creating nothing;
Loving no one,
I built a world apart,
Overruled His Plan,
Overturned His “Shalt Nots”
With tolerance and choice.
There is no compromise for Truth.
Sin is always a choice,
Or it is not sin.
The Wrath of God blazes forth.
Consumes the idol, self.
Now, to turn, to choose anew,
To turn again before the final hour,
While it is still Day,
No more to turn away!
So splendid a freedom is love
That it can not come to be
Without an altar,
And in the Fire of Love,
To sacrifice my “Me”.
©2014 Joann Nelander
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God fills the universe with His music.
Every beat of the praying heart sings glory to God.
Come let us wake up the morning.
Let us settle as dew across America’s plains.
Let us declare with her mountains the grandeur of the Lord.
It is He that feeds the hungry and grieves with the sorrowful.
He Who wraps His arms around a repentant soul
He Who binds up our wounds and secures our homes to give us Sabath Rest.
Joann Nelander (your name here)
Sings glory to God
Be Holy! 