Consume Me, O Lord

Consume me, O Lord,
Flood my soul with your Son.
Leave nothing uncovered,
Leave nothing undone.

Set me on fire,
Consume all my dross.
Make beauty from ashes
And gain from my loss.

Consume me, O Lord,
Be the life in my bones.
Put your head in my marrow
Till Jesus alone.

Can set me aflame
With Your holy fire
Unquenchable passion
Exquisite desire.

Thrill all my senses
With sacred romance;
Consume me, O Lord,
Come bid me to dance.

Down streets paved in gold
A pure virgin bride
Nothing to run from
Nothing to hide.

Consume me, O Lord.

Taken from the book Further Still. By Beth Moore