Eyes Like Fire

I Saw a Vison…

Look, Here He comes!

Leaping over the mountains,

Bounding over the hills of clay.

Until His presence fills my room with fountains.

Fountains of His presence,

Spirit channels and waves.

My King is seperate from all,

His ways are higher than our ways.

Holy Spirit our guidance,

The Spirit my friend.

Teach us in Your patience,

For Your mercy never ends.

Father, Son, Spirit,

Three wrapped in one,

The triunity of Deity,

Sin and hell He has overcome.

Among all the gods,

There is none like You.

All others the handwork of men,

For those who see You are but a few.