THE FIRE
WHERE CAN I FIND THE PEACE, THAT PASSES UNDERSTANDING?
WHERE CAN I FIND THE LOVE, THAT NEVER IS DEMANDING?
WHERE IS THE JOY UNSPEAKABLE, AND FULL OF ALL GOD’S GLORY?
ALL THE THINGS THAT I ONCE KNEW, ARE THE THINGS O’ER WHICH I WORRY.
FOR THE FIRE THAT ONCE WAS KINDLED, THE ZEAL THAT ONCE WAS FELT,
HAS LONG SINCE COOLED AND DWINDLED, AND ALL OUR PRAYERS ARE SHELVED
AND ARRANGED SO NEAT AND TIDY, LIKE TROPHIES OF VICTORIES LONG PAST,
COLLECTING DUST AND TAKING SPACE, AND MAKING US THINK THAT WE HAVE;
DONE OUR JOB AND MADE OUR MARK, YET KNOWING ALL THE WHILE,
THAT AS THE RACE IS BEING RUN, WE REMAIN IN THE STILE.
WHILE OTHERS GO TO GOD WITH EASE, WITH ELOQUENCE THEY SPEAK
GREAT SOUNDING WORDS THAT WARM OUR HEARTS, BUT SHOULD WE DARE TO PEEK
INTO THEIR LIVES WE WOULD FIND, A SOLDIER WITH MANY A SCAR,
ONE WHO DOES BATTLE DAILY, AND IS NOT AFRAID TO WAR.
TO FIGHT THE UNSEEN ENEMY, FOR HOURS WITHOUT END,
HE WILL STAY UPON HIS KNEES, UNTIL HE FEELS THE WIND
OF THE SPIRIT STIR THE CORDS, UPON WHICH HE BUILDS HIS LIFE.
BUT LOOKING FROM THE OUTSIDE, WE SEE HIM HANDLE STRIFE
AND DISCORD WITH SUCH EASE, WE THINK THAT HE IS BLESSED
IN SOME VERY SPECIAL WAY, AND NOT LIKE ALL THE REST.
FOR IN THIS LIFE HE’S SEEN A TRUTH, THAT LOVE AND JOY AND REST,
ARE NOT TO BE FOUND IN A LIFE OF EASE, BUT RATHER ALONG A PATH
OF FIRE AND DISAPPOINTMENT, DISCOURAGEMENT AND UNREST.
FOR IT IS ONLY BY THESE THINGS, HE UNDERSTANDS GOD’S BEST
AND HIGHEST USE FOR HIS LIFE, AND BATTLES THAT HE MUST WAGE,
THEY’RE NOT STUMBLING BLOCKS BUT STEPPING STONES, FOR WRITING ANOTHER PAGE
IN THE LIFE OF A GODLY MAN, AND THE CROWN OF LIFE SO FREE
THAT HE’LL RECEIVE IF HE FAINTS NOT, FROM THE LORD OF LIBERTY.
SO ASK GOD TO STIR WITHIN YOU, THE FIRE THAT ONCE WAS THERE
TO BREATHE ANEW THE BREATH OF LIFE, TO FAN THE SPARKS AND CLEAR
YOUR LIFE OF ALL THAT GRIEVES THE LORD, THAT DISHONORS HIS HOLY NAME
AND TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES, TO MAKE THE SPARKS A FLAME.
PRAY, BURN YOUR FIRE WITHIN ME LORD, CLEAR ALL THE SIN AND DROSS,
MAKE ME PURE AND HOLY, HELP ME VIEW LIFE FROM THE CROSS.
TOUCH A COAL TO MY LIPS, AND PURIFY MY TONGUE,
WITH A FIREBRAND FROM YOUR ALTAR, TEACH ME THE SONG UNSUNG
OF A PURE AND CHASTE BEHAVIOR, UNSPOTTED BY THIS LIFE,
I LONG TO BE YOUR BRIDE OH LORD, I YEARN TO BE YOUR WIFE.
I YIELD MY EAR TO YOU OH LORD, PIERCE IT’S LOBE WITH YOUR AWL,
AS A SLAVE OF LOVE TO YOU, I HEED YOUR LOVING CALL.
by Larry G. Wyatt ©
WHERE CAN I FIND THE PEACE, THAT PASSES UNDERSTANDING?
WHERE CAN I FIND THE LOVE, THAT NEVER IS DEMANDING?
WHERE IS THE JOY UNSPEAKABLE, AND FULL OF ALL GOD’S GLORY?
ALL THE THINGS THAT I ONCE KNEW, ARE THE THINGS O’ER WHICH I WORRY.
FOR THE FIRE THAT ONCE WAS KINDLED, THE ZEAL THAT ONCE WAS FELT,
HAS LONG SINCE COOLED AND DWINDLED, AND ALL OUR PRAYERS ARE SHELVED
AND ARRANGED SO NEAT AND TIDY, LIKE TROPHIES OF VICTORIES LONG PAST,
COLLECTING DUST AND TAKING SPACE, AND MAKING US THINK THAT WE HAVE;
DONE OUR JOB AND MADE OUR MARK, YET KNOWING ALL THE WHILE,
THAT AS THE RACE IS BEING RUN, WE REMAIN IN THE STILE.
WHILE OTHERS GO TO GOD WITH EASE, WITH ELOQUENCE THEY SPEAK
GREAT SOUNDING WORDS THAT WARM OUR HEARTS, BUT SHOULD WE DARE TO PEEK
INTO THEIR LIVES WE WOULD FIND, A SOLDIER WITH MANY A SCAR,
ONE WHO DOES BATTLE DAILY, AND IS NOT AFRAID TO WAR.
TO FIGHT THE UNSEEN ENEMY, FOR HOURS WITHOUT END,
HE WILL STAY UPON HIS KNEES, UNTIL HE FEELS THE WIND
OF THE SPIRIT STIR THE CORDS, UPON WHICH HE BUILDS HIS LIFE.
BUT LOOKING FROM THE OUTSIDE, WE SEE HIM HANDLE STRIFE
AND DISCORD WITH SUCH EASE, WE THINK THAT HE IS BLESSED
IN SOME VERY SPECIAL WAY, AND NOT LIKE ALL THE REST.
FOR IN THIS LIFE HE’S SEEN A TRUTH, THAT LOVE AND JOY AND REST,
ARE NOT TO BE FOUND IN A LIFE OF EASE, BUT RATHER ALONG A PATH
OF FIRE AND DISAPPOINTMENT, DISCOURAGEMENT AND UNREST.
FOR IT IS ONLY BY THESE THINGS, HE UNDERSTANDS GOD’S BEST
AND HIGHEST USE FOR HIS LIFE, AND BATTLES THAT HE MUST WAGE,
THEY’RE NOT STUMBLING BLOCKS BUT STEPPING STONES, FOR WRITING ANOTHER PAGE
IN THE LIFE OF A GODLY MAN, AND THE CROWN OF LIFE SO FREE
THAT HE’LL RECEIVE IF HE FAINTS NOT, FROM THE LORD OF LIBERTY.
SO ASK GOD TO STIR WITHIN YOU, THE FIRE THAT ONCE WAS THERE
TO BREATHE ANEW THE BREATH OF LIFE, TO FAN THE SPARKS AND CLEAR
YOUR LIFE OF ALL THAT GRIEVES THE LORD, THAT DISHONORS HIS HOLY NAME
AND TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES, TO MAKE THE SPARKS A FLAME.
PRAY, BURN YOUR FIRE WITHIN ME LORD, CLEAR ALL THE SIN AND DROSS,
MAKE ME PURE AND HOLY, HELP ME VIEW LIFE FROM THE CROSS.
TOUCH A COAL TO MY LIPS, AND PURIFY MY TONGUE,
WITH A FIREBRAND FROM YOUR ALTAR, TEACH ME THE SONG UNSUNG
OF A PURE AND CHASTE BEHAVIOR, UNSPOTTED BY THIS LIFE,
I LONG TO BE YOUR BRIDE OH LORD, I YEARN TO BE YOUR WIFE.
I YIELD MY EAR TO YOU OH LORD, PIERCE IT’S LOBE WITH YOUR AWL,
AS A SLAVE OF LOVE TO YOU, I HEED YOUR LOVING CALL.
by Larry G. Wyatt ©