Come, O Divine One,
‘Unknown and yet well known’,
Let the cleansing eruptions of Thy Holy Fire
Fill my heart and mind with true knowledge of Thee;
That, in blazing light unapproachable,
Thy blinding glory may be shown–
Revealed, perfected, in me.
Scorch, again, my obsidian heart,
O God, So glassy and unfamiliar, has it grown!
Let me bravely endure the searing of Thy Spirit’s pyre
That unworthy eyes may, looking upon Thy face, truly see;
That, by Thy healing gaze, I may at last be able,
To ‘rise up and walk,’ no longer alone,
But with Thee.
O Perfect Love, well known,
Thy holiness pours forth from Thy throne!
Let me, wood in hand, face Jerusalem’s jealous ir
That, standing now amidst that terrible River of Fire, I may be free;
That, having stood in the furnace of Thy Justice, I may sit at Thy table
And, in Thy presence, this wandering sin sick soul may return home:
O unknown, O glorious and awesome, Mystery!
~ A Strannik of God~