~
I was a fire
With kindling for heart;
A match was struck,
A flame was start
It burned to the core
With coals and smoke;
Quenched by water,
The fire was choked
The blazes were seething
With smoldering coals;
In the passing of time,
The fire grew cold
Then ashes to dust
With struggle and pain;
His humbling Spirit,
Revealed the stain
The scarring mark
Upon my soul;
Blackened a memory,
Whose age was old
Burns of the flame
Faded with time;
My heart now belongs,
To the God who is mine
Like a bird in the sky
My spirit is free;
To love them like Jesus,
The way He loved me
~
I Was a Fire
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2 comments:
A very nice poem! :)
Thanks, Rosie! :)
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