Holy Fire

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Behold our Holy blacksmith
Fanning anointed coals
Spirit-flames flooding souls
Set a fire in every man,  woman and child
Marked, chosen
Purposefully broken
In His furnace … only gold

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Refined to the wisdom of prophets’ old
Forging strength like Christ, bold
Bold in truth and depth
Depth of hearts willing to stretch
Touch another wretch
Share heavens blessings
For we are His body

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We breathe and speak victory
Always, one sheep matters
Her voice, his shatter
Such a privilege to know …
Really know
Sisters and brothers to join aside and sow

But when He speaks, we slow:

You are connected
Because of Me
I will bless you abundantly
When you see a small spark
Make it a flame, leave My mark
When you see a raging fire
Let die what was meant for mud and mire
My thoughts are always higher
You are set apart
For work in this world but take heart
I am with you
I am making your room
One day we will sing forever-
Hymns, extol praises ever-together

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“See it is I who created the blacksmith

who fans the coals into flame

and forges a weapon fit for its work

And it is I who have created the destroyer 

to wreak havoc;

no weapon forged against you will prevail,

and you will refute every tongue that accuses you.

This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord

and this is their vindication from Me,” declares the Lord (Isaiah 54:16-17)

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Hello again! This post is written in honor of those sisters and brothers I met on Twitter who are amazing in their faith-strength. Ones who visit with hundreds each day, never leaving one behind. Ones who pray the second they are asked. Ones who give God glory in His Highest because they believe He is worthy.

May God receive the glory for the poem He gave me to share.

May He bless you tonight in His mighty ways of doing so.

In Christ,

Julie

 

6 thoughts on “Holy Fire

  1. Julie, I wept when I read this poem. It cut through everything in this life that holds me back from the goodness and fire of the Lord and His power. “Purposefully broken – in His furnace only gold”. May He make this bit of dust something pure gold of His Spirit, by His Spirit, for His Spirit alone. Praying for you!

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    1. I am thankful to Jesus and His power to use anything to stir our hearts, refine our Spirits and draw us ever closer. When I wrote it with Him, I see now that my hearts desire was small as His work is far-reaching deep into souls such as yours and Linda’s and perhaps some who may not have shared. Just thank you for walking along this wilderness with me💚❤

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