Be my witness

Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you. My second chance to shape faith every Sunday for a year.

The lady in the back pew
utters a prayer
God send Your Holy Spirit.
Flames
engulf the temptations and trials.
Worshipers stronger.
Some run and fan the flames,
ear-piercing agony.
The city’s fountain no relief.
Burning uncontrollably
the pagan cannot extinguish sin.
Those touched by God wander
day and night.
Souls borne of the testing fire.

And I will put this third into the fire, and refine them as one refines silver, and test them as gold is tested. They will call upon my name, and I will answer them. I will say, ‘They are my people’; and they will say, ‘The Lord is my God.’” Zechariah 13:9

So that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. 1 Peter 1:7

The impurities that exist within us are numerous. Even those who have been washed clean by baptism, still struggle with the evil that exists in this world. We are not immune to temptations. Daily living brings weary thoughts and feelings that can be countered with the Word of God, encouragement from fellow believers and the refinement of God’s jealous love for us that burns intensely day and night.

Just as loving parents will care for a child who needs discipline, direction and divine love, our Heavenly Father cares deeply for each of us. When we are put through trials and come out stronger on the other side, we can proclaim, “The JOY of the LORD is my strength” and “I count it all JOY, the trials and temptations show the majesty and glory of the LORD!”
And may the peace that passes all understanding guard your hearts and minds forever.

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