I offer You the straw of my life,
O Lord of my redemption.
Send Your angels, day by day,
To glean my field,
To fuel the fire of Your Love.
Did You not say,
“Learn from Me,
For I am meek,
And humble of heart?”
You do not need my riches.
You seek my poverty, my emptiness.
Your Fire penetrates my stubble.
I become like You,
All aglow As light and heat
Testify to Your Presence in the flame
That shoots to the heavens.
I am surrender and trust
In welcome transformation.
I am lost and yet eternal.
In You, straw by straw,
As kindling,
I am become the Flame.

Beautiful poem. Dying to self; Holy Ghost Fire. Amen.
“Shiloh”
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Thank you Tim. Let the fire fall! Happy holy journeys.
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Even though I am not religious, this was well written!
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Thank you for your visit and feed back, Sophie. I appreciate your comment. Happy blogging and drop by again. Smiles.
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