I saw His right hand lifted And holding seven stars. He wore a brilliant robe of white, A golden sash, and scars. His eyes they were of fire And shining like the sun, The King of Kings and Lord of Lords: His Name, in vict’ry won. His feet like brass well burnished By seven lamps did tread, He held the keys of Death and Hell And crowns were on His head. The lamps they flit and flickered, Emitting back at Him The Light He deigned to give to them, But some of them grew dim. And stepping toward those candles Whose glory had been blurred, His voice, like many waters strong, Declared to them this word: “What you received, remember. Recall discarded grace! Repent, or I will lift your lamp And take it from its place. Your works are not completed Before My God above, My admonition and rebuke Are for the ones I love.” O Keeper of the lampstands! Only Begotten Light! May tongues of flame You gave to us Burn strong, and full, and bright.
Beautiful Cody. You are a blessing in so many ways.
Beautiful verse. We need such songs to call us forward in the battle. He is Lord.