I AM, the holy smoking fire,

Burns bright on Sinai’s awful height;

And tremors from His words of might

Split wide the earth and shake the pyre

Where goat and bull and Self perspire:

Vain off’rings for the King of Light

Who stands with rod hard-clenched to smite—

Their blood poor payment for just ire.

‘Twas Love that lit the blaze that glows,

Seeking payment for all my sin.

But lo…who now brings all man owes

And staves the flames from Adam’s kin?

‘Tis Love Himself now lays the Lamb

Across the pyre and speaks…”I AM.”

Posted by Tex