God of the Ash Cloud

God of the Ash Cloud
How remarkable you are
How quick to run to me
How quick to hear and turn
And turn around the skies
And turn around the skies
And blow way the clouds of Smoke and Fire
So we could fly
To take us on a journey to clouds of Smoke and Fire
Which blew upon another land
To walk beneath an open heaven
And breath the pure air of your City of Gold
And sit on seas that your Son walked upon
In ancient and glorious times

How swift you were to answer
To blow away the ash
How slow to answer prayer for souls that stray
How hard to turn their hearts
From folly to love
From doubt to faith
The ash that crowds men's hearts around the downward path
And chokes them so they do not turn to you
Why will they hate the wisdom from above
And mock the Sons of God
And stay in the madness and misery
That grounds them from their flight
From becoming Priests and Kings

God of the Ash Cloud
And of riches unsearchable
And of pleasures springing from the well
And of the Spirit of Wisdom Grace and Power
Who sets his angels to serve us
To watch us and bear in their hands
Us sacred souls of Grace
Our God Our Father Our friend in Jesus
Our whiteness in His Image
Our robes shining in your glorious light
We have our crowns in Jesus
Greater than the Kings of all the earth
Please wake those beneath whose feet we lie,
As fools condemned by their mockery

Arise once more God of the Ash Cloud
Who made a way by the breath of you mouth
Make a way once more
Blow your wind which moves impossible clouds
Like you did in Wales and the Hebrides
Blow the taste of soot from peoples souls
Help us to preach that they may know
And choose you once again
So they may not be grounded in a foreign land
Never able to inherit the promises
Blow Father blow
Blow Spirit blow
May people not taste ash
When they could drink from Living Water

God of the Ash Cloud
Show youiself once more
We long and long and long
To see the face of Jesus
To touch His healing hands
To touch His healing hands
And to touch His healing hands

Inspired by the Ash Cloud experience in April and John Wesleys poem
"Ye simple souls that stray"