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The Fire of God

The man of darkness, the carnal man in each one of us, scarcely realizes the implications of his stance and opposition to his Creator. He does not recognize the futility, much less the harm he does himself in what he considers to be his right or privilege to freedom of expression according to his understanding. Least of all does he recognize the Lord coming as a thief to him in order to deliver or judge.

 

The fire rages and

Nothing stands in its way…

The all consuming fire of God:

Who can bear it?

 

A fearful and terrible storm,

The wicked are swept away,

Having stood and hollered,

Eaten and drunk,

Laughed and scoffed.

Now they are nothing.

 

So great and terrible is that fire

That we pity even our enemies,

Repentant that they stood against us.

But against us they stood,

Pushing away their good,

Despising their very lives,

Pulling seed out of the ground,

Poisoning their wells,

Burning their houses,

Slitting their throats,

Hating the urgent help,

Vigorously throwing out

The butter and milk and all good food,

Eagerly saving and eating

The eggshells and cardboard cartons,

The cellophane wrappers and bones.

 

Would the beggar refuse a banquet?

Would a dying man reject a physician?

But our enemies have done just so.

 

The fire rages, and

Nothing stands in its way;

Only a terrible fire

Can clear away the refuse

And cleanse the contradiction

Of the wicked and their ways.

 

Lethbridge, late 80’s, early 90’s

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