Through the prophet's eye
I saw You seated
focus to explosions of jewelled light
and thundering flashings
coupled with the rushing sounds of waters
causing prophet's tongue to stumble,
causing trembling knees to seek in weakness
the humbling fact of earth.

O holy, holy, holi-ness,
crowns of gold, tossing, tossing;
clouds of saints adoring.

Holy, holy, holi-ness;
flashes of Ox, of Eagle;
flashes of Man and Lion.

Holy, holy, holi-ness;
the flow of gold-transparent
flowing from the throne.

O holy, holy, holi-ness,
          angels hovering, angels singing,
          prayers as incense rising, rising.
Holy, holy, holiness.

And we, O Lord, not prophets of old but saints of now
straddling earth and heaven,
embrace Your Cross, exultantly;
trust in You,
and give assent for all that is to be.


O worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness: fear before him, all the earth. (Psalm 96:9)

Copyright 2012 by Frances F. Morrisson
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