Oh Lord send your fire

But oh Lord I don’t like the heat

Oh Lord send your rain to put out my fire

Oh Lord I will not give up my desire

Oh Lord I am so sorry…I repent

Oh

To be burned by the Holy Fire of God

To die daily to our will and plans

To live a life of a servant

To die a master

To finish the fight

To walk in the light

To see His Glory

we hide our glory

The fire burns and what is left

Only our reflection of Jesus

The fourth man in the fire

Seek God for His fire

A poem by David T Gross dtgross@vfcc.edu