Poetry

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Where did the passion go,
The passion coming from deep within my heart,
When I first loved you so?
When I climbed up into your lap
And pressed my head into Your breast?
Where did the passion go?

Where did the passion go?
Did it fly high up in the sky
Like a plane that was flying by?
Did it get caught up on the moon or a star?
But I have promised to tell the truth
It's a problem that we all can face
As we are all part of this human race.

How did I create this separation,
This chasm between Your thoughts and mine?
I listened for Your voice, but all I heard
Were my own racing thoughts here inside;
Numbing the brain with senseless chatter
Of no consequence,
Nothing that is truly of a spiritual matter.

How could I let my passion fade
Like a fire that's consumed its fill?
Like the embers of the hearth that once were
Full of warmth and light:
Ablaze with love, zeal, and desire,
And following You to greater And greater heights.
How could I let my passion fade?

It happened when I wasn't attentive
With what I used to stoke the flame,
It's what the enemy was counting on,
It was all part of his insidious game.
With the skill of a master destroyer
He pillaged precious gifts from my soul,
Along with the passion that made
My heart feel truly whole.

His still-small voice, speaks so very softly,
And as I turn aside to listen,
It beckons me to rest and abide, saying,
"Read my Word, and let it revive your soul,
Do not resist, let draw you aside.
Let it nurture your heart, and let make you whole."
"My Word is the kindling,
That will re-ignite your deepest passion.
In building up that which has been broken down,
You are being fitted together with the all the saints
According to my perfect will.
Love will revitalize you in every aspect,
Bringing health to the whole Body.
As you grow in my love."

The journey back to my passion
Is long and full of choices;
Temptations are around every bend of the road.
I must be wary lest I be drawn off course.
Prayer and reading God's Word
Must become the priority
For my days.

Father, give me the strength
To stand firm,
Giving you the first fruits of my day
Instead of the dregs,
When mind and body are too
Fatigued to offer up the disciplines
Of a healthy Christian life.
The nourishment that I require
To feed my spirit and soul
Comes from an obedient heart
That loves, gives and serves-

To this end I offer up
This humble cry of forgiveness
For my weakness,
And ask for guidance to
Do what is right in your sight.

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