Commissioned

Coldness to warmth, encircled by arms from

the Spirit He’s sent to the earth.

Not grasping how frozen my heart had become;

impossible, I thought, once re-birth

Surrounded by others who gather for Him

to give Him the praise He deserves.

The strength of the Spirit, apparent within,

the church walls of those who serve.

Worship with love, hymns resound;

Sporadic with rhythm and timbre.

Beauty emerges, no matter the sound,

the Lord hears the hearts of the tender.

After He fills the spirits within

the walls of the building that’s jammed;

He commands they depart and win

Him the hearts of the fractured amongst the land.

Obediently they venture to deliver the lives

of the troubled, the lost, and the weary.

They persist for Him, and never deprive

the glory He merits, so clearly,

So, Spirit I find, in the midst of the crowd,

needing the warmth of His flame.

To keep my heart thawed and ardent for Him:

for His glory, His praise - not my fame.