The Horns of the Altar

Grab hold to the horns of the altar

God’s presence will not let you fall

Grab hold of the horns of the altar

Hold on tight, desperately call

Hold on until you have your answer

God’s love sustains us all…

Hold on to the horns of the altar…

Where our High Priest of Heaven stands tall…

For God has already answered

He heard you before you called

Holding onto the horns of the altar

Mercy will meet you there

Your heart, broken and contrite,

Yes, this is where,

It’s all or nothing, give,

Choose life, not death, and live…

Sanctuary is granted; fugitive no more

At the horns of the altar, there, seek the Lord…

Where the Pure Lambs blood was shed…

Holding onto the horns of the altar

The true sacrifice was led…

No longer fugitive nor sinner

At the horns of the altar tis said

Without spot or wrinkle or blemish

Crucified, God bowed his head…

At the horns of the altar

You’re protected, by the Perfect Lambs, blood shed…

Hold on to the horns of the altar, when facing life’s every woe…

Grab hold of the horns of the altar and never, ever, let go!

~Marla Shaw O’Neill September 6, 2018

1 Kings 1:50-53 New International Version (NIV) But Adonijah, in fear of Solomon, went and took hold of the horns of the altar. Then Solomon was told, “Adonijah is afraid of King Solomon and is clinging to the horns of the altar. He says, ‘Let King Solomon swear to me today that he will not put his servant to death with the sword.’”

Solomon replied, “If he shows himself to be worthy, not a hair of his head will fall to the ground; but if evil is found in him, he will die.” Then King Solomon sent men, and they brought him down from the altar. And Adonijah came and bowed down to King Solomon, and Solomon said, “Go to your home.”