A SMOKING FLAX: BLOW UPON MY FLAME AGAIN

 

Earnestly I seek you, desperately desiring You

Sitting at Your feet

Meet me at our place and find me!

I really don’t know what to say right now

But I’m glad I’m here

In Your presence I find joy and peace

Everlasting love

Longing for a touch

Ignite a fire in me that will not be quenched

A fire that can burn upon the altar continually and never be put out

Abba Father

You are mine and I am Yours

I rest my head upon Your chest

Listening closely to Your loving words

You are the Paraclete

The comforter

My guide and my truth

I’m hungry for You

I’m looking to fulfill the call

My destiny in You with complete obedience

Not partial

I am a drink offering to be poured out

A living sacrifice

I die daily

Blow upon my flame again

You said a dimly burning wick You would not extinguish

A smoking flax You would not quench

A bruised reed You would not break

Yet I am broken for You

A broken and contrite heart O’ Lord You would not despise

Remove the stones inside my heart and create in me a heart of flesh

Search it and know my thoughts

See if there be any wayward way

Is it malleable?

I am willing and available to You

Apt to be a vessel of honor

Polished off for good things

Fulfilling things after the counsel of Your own will

For who has resisted it?

Who can frustrate the plans of the Almighty?

You shall do all Your pleasure

Let me build up the old waste places

And raise up the foundations of many generations

Touch my mouth that I may speak for You

Even my lips with coals of fire

That I may “Cry loud and spare not” and show Your people their transgressions

And lead them to the Door

To the One who keeps the sheepfold

The everlasting Way

I seek You daily and there I shall find You

At Your feet like Mary

Choosing that good part

I have found myself in want

You are my Good Shepherd

I have found myself in a land experiencing a “Drought Season”

Even famine

And I long for You

I thirst for You

In a dry land where there is no water

Let me drink from The Well that never runs dry

A flowing fount of Living Water

The Well where I shall never thirst again!

“A SMOKING FLAX: BLOW UPON MY FLAME AGAIN” 

Written June 5-8, 2020 ~ Poetry by Tiffany Parr ⓒ 2020