A consuming fire

High up the hill, our destiny He sealed. Under cross beams’ shadow, our path He marked: “I make you a light set on a hill.” On sacred altars; drenched from poured out oil; celestial lampstands— lit by priestly offerings; pure without guile. “From on high, I pour out heaven’s love.” A consuming fire— makes flames burn bright.

 

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