Burning, yet still unconsumed
Glory filled and shining through
Young green plant in wilderness
With flowers blooming in the blaze

How could this be, if plant could speak
for I am not but stunted tree
Yet God’s fullness burns within her
By His word her branches stir

Cultivated, tended, grown
for God in you has made His home
Through you He will be known on earth
for you are chosen to give birth

Let it be! your perfect will
Lord, with your blaze may we be filled

By Josh Cushman