The Spinning Fire

“Let’s play a game,” the Spirit speaks,
A holy stirring, soft yet deep.
Within me spins a crimson light,
A cleansing force, so fierce, so bright.

A ball of blood, a wheel of grace,
It moves within, it sweeps each space.
It rolls, it turns, in endless flight,
Pulling darkness into light.

No stain remains, no fear can stay,
The blood of Christ has made a way.
It spins through marrow, breath, and bone,
Replacing all with heaven’s throne.

Glory fills the emptied halls,
Peace resounds as strongholds fall.
Every pulse, a holy dance,
A cleansing fire in endless trance.

It never stops, it never slows,
The life of God forever flows.
I stand, I breathe, renewed, set free—
The Spirit plays His game in me.

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Consumed by Reverence

The fear of the Lord fills me whole, Like rushing waters, it takes control. It moves through mind, through heart, through bone, A sacred fire, a weight unknown. It rests in thoughts, in dreams at night, In waking moments bathed in light. My spirit trembles, yet I stand, Held in the grasp of His mighty hand. It fills my breath, my every vein, A holy awe I can’t contain. Not fear that chains, nor dread that binds, But wisdom’s voice, the light that shines. It shapes my steps, it clears my sight, A path of truth, so strong, so bright. My soul bows low, yet soars so high, Consumed by Him, the Lord Most High.

Can You Receive It?

The Lord has given—all things, all light, Yet you hesitate, question, take flight. He pours out freely, His treasures untold, Yet you sift through, grasping only what’s old. Why do you measure, why do you doubt? When heaven rains blessings, you shut some out. You say, “This is good, but this is unknown,” You hold to the scraps while He offers a throne. Oh, child of glory, lift up your hands! The kingdom is yours, so take your stand. Why let the liar twist your view? He speaks in shadows, yet you call it true. Holy Spirit, awaken the blind, Unlock the doors within the mind. Let hearts receive, let souls believe, That heaven gives more than we dare to conceive. A fairytale? No, it’s real and bright, A life of wonder bathed in light. So step beyond the veil of lies, And take what’s yours—lift up your eyes!

Praise to the Prince of Peace

He promised, He spoke, and oh, He gave, A peace so deep, a love so brave. Beyond my thoughts, beyond my mind, A rest so sweet, so rare to find. See how I sleep, how still, how free, Like a baby wrapped in eternity. Morning wakes me, soft and bright, I smile—I know, all is right. Oh, what comfort, oh, what care! No love like His, none can compare. He holds, He shields, He lifts, He stays, His mercy new with every day. Too good, too kind, too strong, too true, My heart, my soul, belong to You. Praise, praise to the One who reigns, The Prince of Peace, forever the same!

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