| Wednesday's Ash |
 Compulsion's revulsion or Revelation's oblation I circle around that flame dying to know to know The Name Yet higher desire wanes dim as I burn On bended knee the ashes mark me And I pray Pray that I learn How to strive, to succeed, and how not to fail To be more of a man not merely a male To have a heart That sounds and pounds like an african drum pumping strong Blood hot with the fire of the Son With a hand Extended in faith never to falter Swift and sure More steady than time or the Rock of Gibralter To have a mind Fierce and sharp, like the Arabian blade Tempered true To cut away falsehood and be not afraid With a soul Prepared -- graced to behold In worship The Vision Beautific of God's glory unfold So here I am on my knees Is it more than my feet, That are in want In want of The Master's washing? Still tempted to seek solace in shadows familiar Small and fearful Am I clinging to my rightious rags, my rage and my lust? And now come to this fire Holy and just "Hear O Israel..." Kirie eleison! Christie eleison!! Kirie eleison!!! So here am I on my knees and it's my feet and more than my feet that are in want in want of The Master's washing |
