Welcome to my weekly poetry slam! Every Sunday (until I run out of poetry to post) I will put up a new poem that I have written over the years. I used to write a lot of it, but suddenly stopped, not sure if it was for me or not. I hope to receive some feedback from these writings, and continue to be inspired to write a new set of poetry.
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6 Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a burning coal he had taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. 7 He touched my lips with it and said, “See, this coal has touched your lips. Now your guilt is removed, and your sins are forgiven.”
His Fire is greater than Heaven can contain
Not even all the angels with all their might can restrain
The Earth can’t hold a flicker to His flame
Nobody can fully understand Him; even religion is too tame
It’s bright to look at, too much to contemplate
He is holy and righteous, lovely and pure, only His children can relate
This fire burns up everything it sees, all our guilt and shame
Even your secret thoughts deep in your mind, hiding from His name
Stretch out your hands and receive His fire, let it drip from your fingertips
After just a taste, it shall flow forth from your lips