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It whispers in blood
Makes a flute of our bones
Makes vapor of sweat
It hums and it groans
It's a static in hair
Has a life of its own
We're empty without it
As cold as a stone

It has passion to warm
Has tongues that can talk
It will help to confirm us
To Christ and his walk
It's a Shepherd to guide us
It can heal the flock
It can chastise us
Can You Feel the shock?

O ohhhh... FIRE! (2X8)

It refines by its heat
Like a stone in a mill
It crushes the wheat
It can comfort & fill
It gives courage to hearts
Teaches us to be still
It's grace, it is art
It's simply God's will...

It goes up in red sparks
It's an eternal flame
Will press into the mark
And won't leave us ashamed
Convince with one word
Won't leave us the same
It's not going to change
And I AM is its NAME...

O ohhhh! FIRE! (2X8)

[BRIDGE]
It'll melt solid rock
Or is cold as the snow
From God's heaven above
Or from Hades below...

O ohhhh! FIRE!
(2X10)


SøułSurvivør
(C) 1/11/2018
I've been struggling with illness, so I haven't been on site much anymore. I'm on Facebook more, because I can post photos, music & videos. You can find me on FB by looking up Cathy Jarvis. I have the same avatar there as here. Thanks for understanding. Love you!
They say there is a rainbow
For every blessing found
For every graceful
rose in bloom
For each
melodious sound!

For every child playing
For every bird on wing
For every fresh baked
apple pie
For every choir that sings!

Purple velvet pansies
Indigo for pearls
Blue for fuzzy violets
Green for our
great world
Yellow for a
flower in bloom
Orange sunsets call
Red for rosy apples
Good for one and all!

But what makes
us so joyous
Once new lives
have begun
Is hope they'll
be Believers
That the victory
will be won!

Knowing that they'll
have a chance
For heaven
round the bend
For them they will
be doubly bless'd

WORLD WITHOUT END.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 1/8/2018
I wrote this on Facebook, but I want to share it with my community here. I feel very badly about not being on site here so much... I hope you'll forgive me! I'm on Facebook quite a bit now... You can find me on there. Cathy Jarvis. My avatar is the same as here. I still love & pray for you all!
God
not only cares,
He can do something

ABOUT IT!


[10W]
SøułSurvivør
(c) 7/11/2017
We ALL want to be loved & cared for!

I'm on Facebook most of the time these days. Look up Cathy Jarvis. My avatar is the same.
Lord Jesus.
Without You I crumble.
Under the weight.
Of fear.

With You.
I am a mountain
Unshakeable.

Dear God,
this is my prayer...
To be so grounded
in Your love for me.
That I will be.
Unshakeable.
My home is on a beautiful planet.
Of blue and green.
Seen from space,
It is breathtaking.
Fragile.
Beautiful.
Endangered.
Threatened.
Very precious to the heart of God.
Who created it all.
With the breath of His mouth.
And the Word of His power.

Beautiful blue-green planet.
So dear to the heart of God.
With those He loves dwelling upon it.
Every creature deeply cherished.
By its Creator.

He who sits above the circle of our
blue-green planet,
holds it in His sovereign hands.
For it is He who holds
all dominion,
all authority,
all control.
Over
our
beautiful,
fragile,
Blue-Green Planet.
"It is He who sits above the circle of the earth, And its inhabitants are like grasshoppers, Who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, And spreads them out like a tent to dwell in. He brings the princes to nothing; He makes the judges of the earth useless." (Isaiah 40:22-23, Holy Bible)
From the worries of this world and ungodly fear.
O Lord, deliver me.

From the pursuit of riches and the lust for more.
O Lord, deliver me.

From the fear of man and the desire for recognition.
O Lord, deliver me.

From my own way, my own will, my own comfort.
O Lord, deliver me.

Teach me, O God,
the fear of Thee.
That I might bear fruit.
For eternity.
My breath in icy cloud.
Before my face.
Fingers stinging.
From bitter cold.
Modern carriages at
crawl speed.
On icy road.
Ghostly white
dances in whispers.
Across sidewalks frozen hard.

A flock of humble sparrows
sing joyfully.
As if in gratitude.
And the voice of God.
To my soul is heard.
For He is still here.
In Winter's cold.
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