Fleeting Prayers–Arrows to God’s Heart

Fleeting prayers,
Known but to God,
Recorded in His Heart.
Nothing wasted.

All to flower and  bear fruit,
Supplying for the need
Of His People, His Bride, His Church,
Reaching through Time,

Nothing wasted,
Nothing forgotten,
All in flower,
All bearing fruit.

Fleeting prayers
Known but to God
Nothing forgotten
Arrows to His Heart.

By Joann Nelander

Candle and Flame

Come, Holy Spirit.
I am as a candle
Awaiting Your flame.

Come over me,
As a tongue of fire,
Licking higher
As the Wind of Your Spirit
Blows by me and through me.

I am meant to be flame,
Warming a world,
Darkened and cold,
In need,
In Sin.

Here I stand,
Before Your altar,
Simply, one in You,
In Your One Holy, catholic, Church.

It is You Who send Your Spirit forth.
The flame that arises in my being
Touches the world about me
With Your ministrations.

My presence brings Your Presence.
As I bow humbly in stillness,
It is Your Who light the wick of another,
Spreading Your Light
As I but incline, believing.

Such is prayer,
Such is hope,
Such is mercy.

Come, Holy Spirit,
Light the world on fire,
One candle enkindling another,
And another.
Thy kingdom Come.

© 2016 Joann Nelander