HOST, A BURNING BUSH

When Host is raised, I see a Burning Bush
In Spirit’s flame brings Him whom we consume,
Who in us will that serpent’s head now crush
And lift from hearts our Eve’s and Adam’s gloom.
With east wind comes to fan in us His flame
To light the world with heaven’s morning glow,
Began when with the Virgin’s “yes” He came
And brought to us Himself we all can know.
A fire within us purifies our hearts,
And conscience, reason in our image raised–
Were there in His creation from the start–
As old becomes a new creation saved.
He comes within the Host we now adore
With Father and His Spirit in fire poured.