Kindled Upon

Our God is a consuming flame.Who then can stand when He shall come?The glory bright about His nameShall strike the wicked, smite them dumb.Who then can stand when He shall come?Let dross beware! Refiner’s fireShall strike the wicked, smite them dumb–We all rebelled and earned His ire.Let dross beware refiner’s fire!I bend, I bow, for… Read More Kindled Upon

Ransom

There is a turn of phrase which I despise. “He was worth [numerical amount] dollars.” It has a certain amount of usefulness in designating how much someone could cough up to ransom himself, but I hate the way it is worded, as though someone’s intrinsic worth is determined by the amount of money owned. Beyond… Read More Ransom