Walking Through Fields Of Fire Poem by Frank McEleny

I walk through fields of fire
With coals of fire beneath my feet
I sail through stormy waters
Guided by the mercy seat

The brimstones shortly coming
You must flee now from the wrath
For fire falls down from heaven
Yet I am guided by His staff

The narrow path through valleys dark
Leads onward to the hill
And all around the mountains fall
But our Lord says ' be still.'

Come higher now ascend the hill
My God atop He stands
And looks to see the pure in heart
To see those with clean hands

Who is this King lift up your head
And sing with all your might
The King of Glory is His name
His light defeats the night

He is God's Son, the Holy One
He puts and end to death and sin
Fall to your knees, lift up your hands
And the King of Glory shall come in!