The tantrum and the tree


His fire works. Burning down thick woods
His fire works, his fire walks, his fire…
One smoky head comes aft fire’s quenched.
Over darkness, whose spirit broods?
We pray Lord, may his fire get drenched
May his fire be baptized with fire
May Holy fire, water from high,
Rest upon him till he becomes,
Gentle like doves. Calm like deep sigh.
His fire explodes, spill round ground
Becoming seeds of peace, calmness,
Planted by riversides, when found.
Grow into trees of righteousness
Rebuild woods burnt down by his fire


Click Next To Continue Reading This Post

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

About us

Everything you’ll find in our literature are products of our thoughts, experiences and challenges. Search for a theme that interests you, read and tell us what you think about it.



Latest posts

May 16, 2023
February 12, 2023
February 12, 2023