DANCE OF THE FLAMES

The fire of the Holy Spirit dances within my contented soul.

It is the flame that will help me to arrive in heaven; my goal.

As it flickers intensely; I feel real affection for my fellowman.

Without the Holy Spirit of Jesus I could not; with Him I can.

The blaze of the Spirit makes me fix what I have done wrong.

It has granted me a new attitude; my spirit chants a new song.

The fire within me dances like a butterfly; weightlessly elegant.

The dance of the flames has created within me a fresh element.

The uprightness of Jesus is a part of the spirit of my inner self.

I have treasures untold; no, not currency, but spiritual wealth.

The fire dances when Jesus whispers of His love for every man.

It rose higher inside me when I began to comprehend His plan.

The dance of the flames is what motivates me to do God’s will.

The flicker of His presence at times tells me to trust and be still.

When Satan approaches, the flames roar; that takes Satan aback.

The flame that dances in my inner spirit forces the shadows back.

The dance troupe within me is referred to as the Spirit of my Lord.

It allows me to love my fellowman when loving is particularly hard.

Without the attendance of the Holy Spirit I could not love as I must.

Without the dance of the flames, I could not obey God’s will or trust.

Time and again the father of lies has tried to make the flames go out.

Each of his endeavors to do so, have just created in me another shout.

The dance of the flames is more magnificent than a tap dance or ballet.

The flames passion grows more aggressive with the passing of each day.

Before the Holy Spirit came in and it’s roaring flames began their dance,

I was like an ember estranged from the flames; my soul had not a chance.

I was lifeless and ice-covered inside; I needed the Holy Spirit’s warmness.

All it took was my sincere confession; Jesus entered and achieved the rest.

With Jesus, like a hot ember, I have warmth that emanates brilliant light.

While the flames dance gracefully within my being, my spirit takes flight.

Precious Savior, you are so welcome; stay with me; grant me tranquility.

Jesus, you are my master; my Savior; your submissive servant I shall be.

Exist within me, Holy Spirit; until the day I die; or until Jesus returns.

As long as I have being, my one desire is to sense the Holy Spirit burn.

Conviction in Jesus is the only choice; I must live by Jesus’ loving ways.

The dance of the flames is essential; Holy Spirit dance in me all my days.

BY: Sharon Reid-Robinson

COPYRIGHT 2009