That Wondrous Flame

That wondrous Flame;
That burns but dimly,
In the heavy air
Of an acrid world,
Flashes.......majestically,
Into a renewed brilliance,
When on our knees;
Seeking His face:
It is here;
The ills of the flesh
Cease to vex,
And weigh upon the spirit;
Here, are we purged,
Of the slag of life's weariness;
And lovingly restored,
As a bruised reed;
Mended and bound-up
By His tender hand.
For here:
His touch will be healing;
And His presence,
Will be peace.