Just as
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego,
I've been through the fiery furnace.......
And as them,
I cameth out unscathed and untouched without one burn mark...
I'm a spiritual being,
I'm protected...

King Nebuchadnezzar ordered people to worship a statue that was ninety feet high.
But when three good men refused to worship it, the King condemned them to die.
Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego refused to worship an idol even though the punishment was stern.
The King had them thrown into a furnace but Jehovah God sent an angel and they didn't burn.
Those three men said that they would only worship The Lord.
And being protected from a fiery death was their reward.
Nebuchadnezzar was amazed when they weren't consumed by the fire.
Those three good men survived a fate that would have usually been dire.
Jehovah proved himself to be the true God who has might.
He protected his three loyal servants for doing what was right.

i choose to be a misfit, it's part of my artistry. i choose to be a misfit, a pirate and a bandit. a slave to my ministry. i outwit your chemistry and scream from the pulpit. i awoke to explosions and time lapsed erosions. the air filled with fire and rainbow smoke. i couldn't find my breath, the bed was ablaze. i inhaled the nightmare and began to choke... just then, things went fragmentary. i was more than just a dignitary. i found myself in a cinerary, facing someone legendary, and they were me. so i looked up my apothecary, knowing that i should be wary. i quickly dispensed with commentary, avoiding all things monetary. but nothing's free. speaking briefly of the goings-on, i stopped to berate the hangers-on. my mouth wove a verbal marathon, it was a virtual phenomenon. lost in my ego. restless, like the myrmidon, i was unsure of my prolegomenon. when i heard the ringing carillon, i went for a swim in the phlegethon. like abednego.

when people travel far and wide
Enough to make their way inside
a world that tries too hard to be
The definition of complete

I cannot help but find escape
In something not so far away
It's not above and not below
A place beside Abednego
The heat will burn but reassure
you came to be and always were
A passerby of life and death
And lungs that breathe the purest breath
There's nothing here for you and I
Except the time to say goodbye
And when the words prepare themselves
you'll need to look to no one else
your heart will be your head and soul
Derail the thought of human cold
The cover gone, the flesh undone
Recovery to Babylon

And cast they, him, Shadrach,
And alongside, Meshach,
Bound with them, too, Abednego;

But cold raged the fire,
Even seven times hotter,
For within stood the glorious One;

Spake He to the inferno,
As though it were snow,
"Touch not these, my annointed sons."

His words will be the revealing lamp to our curious feet
The world whispers, “Follow what feels right”
But God’s Word says, “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path”

He is the calm before the storm
The world screams, “Peace is impossible, chaos rules!”
Yet in God’s whisper, and in Jesus’ command, the storm obeys
When you walk into the water you might drown
Yet Jesus walks on it and calls you to trust

The fire in the burning bush
The world thinks, “Power is raw; it consumes everything”
When you touch that flame, you burn
Only God’s hand can guide it without consuming the pure

The author behind the parting of the sea
God instructed Moses: raise your staff, part the waters
Turn the Nile to blood, bring frogs, gnats, and locusts
Turn the staff into a serpent on the ground
Strike the rock, water gushes for the thirsty
Manna falls from heaven, quail fills the camp
He saves Israel from slavery, leads them through the desert
All by His command, all by His will

Elijah calls fire from heaven on Mount Carmel
Elisha multiplies oil, raises the dead, purifies poisoned stew
Daniel in the lions’ den survives, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego in the furnace walk untouched
Isaiah prophesies, Jonah survives the great fish, Job stands firm through suffering
All wonders, all power, all glory belong to Him

He works wonders
The world calls them luck, coincidence, or show
But Isaiah cried, Daniel saw
The blind man sees, the ***** is cleansed, the lame walk, the deaf hear
The woman touches Jesus’ garment and is healed
Jesus turns water to wine at Cana, feeds five thousand with loaves and fishes
He walks on water, calms storms, raises the dead
He casts out demons, heals the sick, shows mercy to the lost
All wonders, all power, all glory belong to Him

We are judged by the world only to see that they crucified the perfect, sinless man
The world says, “Innocence is weak, success is power”
God shows the Lamb who suffers, who redeems, who saves

We are freed and forgiven, cleaned and renewed by the Paschal Lamb, Jesus
The world demands payment, effort, merit
But Jesus gives it freely
When you touch Him, you are reborn
When you embrace Him, your chains fall away

He is the same yesterday, today, and forever
All the wonders of old and new testify His glory
The world may mock, may doubt, may demand proof
Yet His power remains, beyond the storm, beyond the flame, beyond the sea, beyond death
We stand in awe, we believe, we follow
Not the world, but Him

He is the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end
The Lion of Judah, the Root of David, the Lamb who was slain
He is the King of kings, Lord of lords, the bright Morning Star
He holds the keys of death and Hades, the One who makes all things new
Every tribe, every tongue, every nation will see His glory
He is the Revelation, the eternal Word, the One who was, who is, and who is to come