To God's Threshing Floor

Where dare I go to receive God's blessing?
To the Threshing Floor!

A place built upon the Rock;
The foundation of His Temple;
An altar for sacrifice and worship.

A place for cleansing,
To separate chaff from grain,
Winnowing away all impurities.

The time of harvest has come;
Sled out potential, my God,
From tiny kernels of faith.

Blow, Holy Spirit, blow;
Sift out voices of lies;
'Til pure seed remains in Thy Hand.

Lord, meet me on the threshing floor, as I lay my spirit down. Gather, as sheaves to the floor, those impure things in need of threshing; before that Winnowing Fork is grasped. Tread out and smooth the tares; clear away the chaff, that pure grain may sprout and grow. Bring the increase of the threshing floor -- the blessing -- to Your storehouse. All for Your glory. Amen.