Isaiah 6:1-13
The Glory of The Lord is full
it fills the whole of Earth.
Like morning fog He all doth rule
to cover the sun’s latest birth.
The temple of The Lord now hid
in clouds, both dark and light,
doth shake and tremble as He bids
to show majestic might.
His holy servants cry aloud,
“He’s HOLY for upon His Throne
He sits and we are humbly bowed
before Christ, Who for Sin atoned.”
Oh, hush, dear ones redeem-ed whole,
thy Christ hath hidden blazing Sol.
Thy hopes will last beyond today
forever in His yard to play.
Your enemy will watch dismayed.
Forever pays he sin’s great toll.
Before The Master glistering bright,
we tremble as our strip-ped souls
seem hopeless and again of night
forgetting that He makes us whole
by Grace unending, stripped of fright.
Shekinah, that has made us blind
and opens blinded eyes,
removes all terrors so unkind
His gentle voice requests we go,
full sent by his Great Name.
Anon with joy we serve below
that none could point to blame.
The heart of Man remains so fat
in fog that clouds the light.
Without Your Call there’s nothing that
can lift their deepest night.
Yet some will hear, the tithe of souls.
Shekinah keeps Egyptians blind,
while lighting hearts forever whole.
Their voices will become quite bold.
Shekinah shows The Lord, Who lives.
He’s dark and he is light.
The sight of holiness He gives
to those, who’ve been made right.
by Jay O’Toole
on April 10th, 2019
Poems About Jesus 