Vision of glory
Woe is me for I am undone,
For as a man being unclean;
I dwell in a land where no one,
Are arrogant rude and mean.
For my eyes saw and ears have heard,
The Word as from the Lord of host;
No matter how close to the Word,
Not feeling like it is the most.
But an angel flew onto me,
In his hand was a hot coal;
On my tongue it felt like a bee,
That had stung in my inner soul.
Then I felt as to be relieved,
As the tongue felt burned on the tip;
And shouted out that I believed,
Feeling the burning on the lip.
For my sins were taken away,
No longer the iniquity;
That would make me to go astray,
Now has given me liberty.
And I heard the voice of the Lord,
Who should He send out to proclaim;
Now with feeling as one accord,
I said to send me to acclaim.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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