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Topic: IT'S CHILD'S PLAY (06/06/19)
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TITLE: On My Lips Oh Holy Fire | Previous Challenge Entry
By Donald Standeford
06/12/19 -
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Never leave. Let me be near to you, and you next to me, always stay with me. Shine forth your light to guide me on this rocky trail. Let me live simply, only doing what the master does. You are to me as your Father was to you, when once you walked the earth to combat my doom.
Serving you, my Christ is to walk a narrow, rocky path. This path is simple, easy to follow, though hard to walk. I must keep my eyes on you. Remind me, Lord, to love too who is around me, especially Joyce, my wife, my love. You did not make a one-person world filled only with one-person tasks. It’s always safer with a sister or brother.
One to lift; one to pull. One to stretch the satin sheet; another to fold. One to love with all your love; one needy person who needs love.
One to sorrow, one to share. One to take on the rigorous tasks today, other rests for strength to fight for two tomorrow.
Three cords intertwined stand fast, hold true. Especially if they have resolved to meet and pray to you. One gets weak; two stay strong. Two advance, one hangs on for dear life, grateful that the goal is pure, true, and in sight.
The path is simple; the way is hard. I know where I stand with you. Lord, Shatter my misleading dreams. Let me follow you.
Ignite me Lord; let your fire within my soul ignite; use me to thresh mountains. In my weaknesses, you are constantly strong. Lord take my empty, nonsensical rhymes, those words that bounce within my mind. Lord, my words are shallow, vain, and filled with complications.
Peter simply asked, and you simply told him to come to you. It was one simple command, as a baby walks; he walked to you upon the storming water. You guide your flock in the simplest ways.
Jesus, let me seek you before religion today. Your words are simple; I see constantly ahead, and I know the way. Religion has its Pharisees, its whitewashed tombs. I wonder if, when Judas took his thirty pieces of silver, did the devils in the Pharisees welcome Satan when Judas walked through the door. Judas betrayed his master for thirty coins. Alone and cursed, he hung himself on a tree.
Why must simple smiles fade? Warm memories linger where as children we played. Why do the elderly so love the strength, resolve, and simplicity of a child? We must be like them, and walk to Jesus, away from sin.
Why do the guilty hate so much? Why do smiles fade over time?
Children love, children, dare. Jesus sets upon their lips cute little prayers. Simple petitions rise up from a child, like the fine odor of a simple sacrifice. Their elders must see that joyful laughter lies in the present. Paradise is not in the past.
Give me more hope, less the world’s fear. Let your holy sadness, Lord, dry up my tears. I have so many questions that I want to ask. Bubbling springs of water arise from within me. That is you, my Lord. My thirst will not last. I know. So few things so I understand. I need your helping hand.
Holiness is simple, like living in a dream. It is not easy. He must stretch the skin; tighten the drum. Wind the string into the harp tight. It is easy to sing if you sing from within, where Jesus resides and is ridding you of an already forgiven sin.
Lord of my hope; Lord who rid me from all my fears. By your holy sadness, dear Jesus, dry all my tears.
Jesus sings from deep within me, His soothing song of love. Anoint me with prayed over oil, so that I may be healed of my diseases; so I may be filled with your Holy Spirit; so I may approach you at your altar today.
It would be such a great thing, Lord, a great moment, the moment you fill me with your holy fire. This privilege I much desire. Lord, place with tongs upon my lips a coal of red, smoking fire. My desire.
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emphasis on it can be a very painful subject. Yet overall, your prayer is my prayer! Well done.