This poem is a plea from God’s on heart, to be ready at all times, watching and praying, and on fire for Him, waiting for His return. We are to live holy, like a bride prepared for her groom.
Absent Fire Where did you go my fervent fire? Your absence leaves much to be desired. Let not darkness come within your camp, and you have not oil within your lamp. My igniting love, you often resist, as my appeal for love persists. Flames now grow faint, and flickering low. The coming darkened skies now grow. The watchmen warns skies growing gray, As the pending darkness now gives way. Hearts gone cold, as consciences seared, The wolves in the night, fill hearts with fear. My Word to light your path to see, An outed fire draws the enemy, For the ready bride I will return, With trimmed lamps lit with fires that burn. With the cares of this world, be not consumed, Watching and waiting for your groom. Please awake, and return, with eternal flame, To miss my coming will leave you shame. Death arrests with unwillingness to depart, Like death cold stops the beating heart. Keep your love light strong with burning desire, Let there never be an absent fire.
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