The fire has passed
A raging inferno
It has consumed everything in its path.
We have fought long and hard
We have put all into stopping this fire destroy all that we have and are.
The fire has passed
I have been looking in dismay at the charred aftermath
I have been uncertain about how we can even start to rebuild.
But the fire has passed.
No more fighting, but mending
No more struggling, but repairing
A rediscovery what ‘normal’ life is, or could be (as we have forgotten).
Lord you were with us in the fire that swept through our lives
We could not hear you in the din of the flames
We could not see you through the smoke
But you were there.
You say your love is like a mighty fire
A fire that purifies
A fire that refines.
I’m not sure what the fire has done to my faith
It feels like most of it has been burnt away and all that is left is a small mustard seed.
Ahh dear God
Even though a small mustard seed remains
I know you work well with the little things.
Take this little nugget of faith and of fragile trust and
plant it near your river of life.
May I grow tall and strong.
May I be a tree who provides shelter and
comfort to those you bring on my path.
The fire has passed.
Hallelujah
Let us live.
Let us be grateful.
Let us mend well.
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