Imagine a soul, flaming like a roaring fire, up and down with each breath. The sweet crackling of a kindred power, His word gives. What I’ve leaned up and till now. I’m a vessel to hold such a power. The hidden shadows beneath each flame; charring the wood like the blackest of nights, the flames dance before for your eyes.
I have prepared for such a time as this, gathering my wood and making sure it piece is exact.
I’m a man of such precision. Is that a flaw within me? Only time can tell of such mysterious, feeling the warmth of the flames. There is a certain satisfaction that comes from putting together the perfect soul.
From within the ashes, a slight breeze keeps it going. You must always tend to your soul. The warmth glow of the fire is only as powerful as the source of ignited it, Let it be God.
God Rocks My Soul
The hidden power, if tamed, can be handled but never touched. Have a pure soul. This is the type of fire that keeps God’s people warm. Be a builder of such fires. There is power beneath the hidden shadows.