The Burning Bush

Your fire burns in me

The flames engulfing my heart

No darkness can quench what You’ve started

It burns brighter and brighter every day

 

The bush was set on fire but it was not burnt up

You do not take pride in destruction

Likewise, Your flames do not harm us

They bring about a new beginning

 

Like gold You purify us

Our deeply embedded sin You separate out of us

You kindle a fury against this world’s injustice

And we go out like blazing torches

Fiery Darts

Accusing darts fired relentlessly

A hailstorm of fiery arrows

A flurry of lies that pierce to the heart

A flurry of lies that cut to the bone

 

Are we resisting this onslaught?

Or are we standing by passively?

Accepting this barrage of baseless guilt

Letting it define our identity

 

Wake up!

The punishment has already been taken

Our guilt has been transferred

Jesus takes all of our blame

 

So lift up your shield of faith

And bat every lie away

Never forget what Christ has done

Never let guilt from the past define you

Torch of Hope

My heart was dark and damp

Rocked by violent storms

The water seeped in through the cracks

My dreams turned to dust

 

The furnace that once burned bright

Now lay stark and empty

But no heart is too far for my God

He lit a flame of hope in me

 

My pen strikes the paper

And that same flame ignites

Its embers glowing in every word

Its fragrance rising from every page

 

If I can pass on this flame

Even if it is to only one person

Then I will have done more

Than I could have dared imagine