No Longer Defective and Powerless
The fullness of His stature,
the glory of the Father,
reflected in the Son,
reflected in me.
The Holy One of Israel
is the glory I am seeking
the only hope I cling to
be made like unto Him.
The stature of my Savior
is the fullness I am seeking
burn out all that is not Him
I fall before His feet.
Be glorified my Father
within the fleshly vessel
and raise me up to show forth
the glory of the Son.
To walk as He once walked earth
to speak the words of Father
to do the deeds of I Am
work now in my heart
I have fixed my eye upon you.
My heart knows there’s no equal.
Visit Holy Fire
and set my life aflame.
© 1985 Debra Webster
The fullness of His stature