To hear Your name whispered in the hungry, muddy streets
…I bring these fragments home in my heart;
To build a fire in a place that was barren, cold, and stark before.
My face now glows against Your flame, and my soul is warmed.
I pray for more to collect tomorrow, so my arms are ever full of your kindling;
Until You take me home in Your eternal BLAZE.
I will gladly trade this cold, black-and-white world for Your presence.
Look at our shields, glistening in the sun, our faces, shining with your gracious anointing. One day spent in your house, this beautiful place of worship, beats thousands spent on Greek island beaches. I’d rather scrub floors in the house of my God than be honored as a guest in the palace of sin. All sunshine and sovereign is God, generous in gifts and glory. He doesn’t scrimp with his traveling companions. It’s smooth sailing all the way with God-of-the-Angel-Armies.