The Fire

The fire came around me, it burned on every side

My faith was weak and tired, the battle cry had died

But in the midst of burning, I looked and I could see

The great Kinsman Redeemer smiling back at me

 

He said, I am in the fire, I hold your hand, you see

The flames will not come nigh for I’ve protected thee

And when you feel you cannot face another day of heat

Run into my open arms and you will find sweet peace

 

The fire must come into every home and life

It’s here you are perfected, see gold must be tested and tried

For I know when I look closely, My reflection I will see

For every child must be tried before he reigns with Me

 

Remember, I am in the fire, I hold your hand, you see

The flames will not come nigh for I’ve protected thee

And when you feel you cannot face another day of heat

Run into My open arms and you will find sweet peace

 

By MSR

 

 

 

Calling Prayer Warriors

 

I saw a sign in a window

That spoke deeply to my soul

It reached out and grabbed my attention

Like never held before

It said, “I’m in need of a Prayer Warrior

My Friend is in great need.

I need someone to ring those bells

Down on bended knee.”

 

Calling all the Prayer Warriors

Those who don’t accept defeat

The battle-scarred, the weary ones

Who believe in bended knee

Calling all the Prayer Warriors

The war is at our door

Time to go to battle

Like so many times before

Restoration

  

Have you ever looked at an old piece of furniture and noticed the scratches and scars and rough edges? Have you noticed the original patina and sheen is long gone from the furniture?

But then someone picks up the furniture and in that moment they can see the original beauty and they begin to imagine how they will restore it back to its original beauty.

So, they make an offer on the furniture and everyone says “why would you buy that old piece of furniture? It’s so ugly! There’s nothing beautiful about it!”

But the restorer sees it as it can be, not as it is.

So, he purchases the supplies and very gently begins to peel away all of the old layers of grime and dust and dirt.

He sands away the rough edges and removes all of the stains and old finish from long ago.

And once it is ready, he begins to lovingly apply the new stain to that old piece of furniture. He lovingly polishes it to a fine shine.

And no one can believe it’s the same piece of furniture. How could that be the same piece of furniture? That old thing?

But now, everyone says, “oh I want it! I’ll take it!” But it only goes to those who loved it as it was.

That is what I’m doing with you. That is what I’m doing with you. Restoration!