Flame of God

Know what subject I haven’t glanced on yet?

Poetry.

I’ve also been putting off continuing my 5 Resolutions series for months. Resolution #3 is Pray. An overwhelming and intimidating topic, it turns out. Hopefully I’ll get around to tackling it eventually, but I can’t promise it’ll be soon.

Consider today’s post a starting point on both poetry and prayer.

I love poems (and song lyrics… and scripture) that double as prayers. Old hymns are great for this. George MacDonald’s Diary of an Old Soul is indispensable. The following verse, composed by missionary Amy Carmichael, is one of my favorites. I am delighted to share it with you, my lovely readers, today.

Flame of God

From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.

From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings,
(Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified)
From all that dims Thy Calvary
O Lamb of God, deliver me.

Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay
The hope no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire;
Let me not sink to be a clod;
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God

P.S. Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms and moms-at-heart out there!