Our Souls Baptized by Holy Fire

Our Souls Baptized by Holy Fire

Hey friend, come through that broken door.
You don't belong there any more.
I never thought you did. 
I know you never did...


You watched that old place burn to ash.
There you stood with empty hands,
your head hung low, your heart exposed.

I stood on dry, cracked, thirsty land and 
watched the storm clouds come for miles.

It drenched the whole forsaken land.

You saw him right in front of you- a king,
worthy of a gift.
You reached down to find something
but at your feet was only ash.

I'd been running

running, running, running.

Running hard and running angry

Running hungry for love.

You fell to your knees before him, 
empty handed before his throne.
You bowed to ask him mercy.
You had nothing left to show.

I tried running as fast as lightning 

so I could start some flames

But every fire I managed to start died to show me shame.

The seconds took eternal time
ashes fell between your fingers
the trade was made
a king took ashes.

I was running so hard and as fast as I could,

but Love Himself caught up with me.

There You stood. The ashes gone.
Now standing in the open spaces of grace.
Radiating with beauty. Beaming with newness of life.

   
 I stood there, breathing tough. 
He lifted my dirt-and-tear-stained face to his,

                    and with no regard to my sweaty state, wrapped his arms around.

He looks at you admiringly
his eyes lost somewhere in your splendor
his grin from ear to ear
just watching you stand there.

He cleaned me up 

He looks in my eyes.
 His love for me burns in his chest and in mine.

Free Soul

Free Soul

Her soul takes wings

makes its home in the trees

the wind tells her story:

of a phoenix fire with phoenix ashes

of burning, burning, burning

Burning scars and burning skin

Burning everything within

Burning dead wood and dead sin.

To Be Untapped: Streetlamps

You know those late night drives, when the sky is all black and the 

street lamps cast their steady light, the whole scene 

slows the pace of things 

like uptight heart beats and over stressed breaths 

to a calmer state. 

This also happens early in the morning before the town wakes up. 

In these few precious moments, so short and so rare,

everything is quiet enough to sense that something stirs inside. 

It rumbles. Its greatness inside just waiting to be set loose.

     

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