Christmas Lives Here

Christmas Lives Here

I can't find the Christmas spirit,
He's nowhere to be found.
Busy homes in busy towns,
I've looked all around.

Christmas lives inside the heart
Where love and joy abound,
Not just one day of the year
Should Christmas ever be found.

Nativity and Star on tree
Have no meaning here;
The Way in A Manger
And Peace on Earth
Don't come just once a year.

"I want this! and I want that!"
Shouts ring through the air.
Bells aren't rung and
Songs aren't sung;
Christmas isn't here.

He isn't under the mistletoe
He isn't under the tree
He isn't under the solstice sky
He lives inside of me.

He's my Way in a manger
He's my Peace on Earth
He's my Silent, Holy Night
He's my Treasure here.

The King of kings is why we sing
Glory Hallelu!
All our hearts and hands should be
Raised in praise to You!

KINDLE ME

Two posts ago, I mentioned being kindling in the fire of God. Well that thought never left me. Out of the ashes of that moment comes this song, using that same photo. What an impact that photographer made on me by

sharing that 'i' of fire.

KINDLE ME

I I I

won't live my life without You

and

I I I

can't take a single breath

without

U U U

moving right through me

and

U U U

take away my breath

You leave me breathless

for

more of You!

Kindle me!

Build me higher!

Burn in me!

Holy Fire!

Consume I

leaving only U

to burn in me

Broken and kindled

then broken again

Breath of God

blow gently on me

Burn away

Leaving ashes

Molding these into

A beautiful we.

U U U

You take me higher

and

U U U
You set my heart on fire

You are my one desire

Glory is Yours

all the glory is Yours

ignited by passion

tendered by mercy

blown away by the breath of God

Kindle me!

Build me higher.

Burn in me!

Holy Fire!

Consume I

leaving only U

to burn in me

From out of the darkness

You saw right through me

From out of the mire

You draw clay

From out of the ashes

You bring beauty

Into the morning

in the Light of Day

Kindle me!

Build me higher.

Burn in me!

Holy Fire.

Consume I !

leaving only U

to

burn

in

me

that the world may see

only

You

burning in me

VICTORY SONG

One of these days

And it won't be long

They're gonna play 

That Victory Song 

And I'm goin' home

Yes, I'm goin' home

We're gonna hear that trumpet sound

You're gonna see us heaven bound

No more to roam

We're goin' home

Gonna see His face

Full of glory and grace

Gonna see His smile

Make it all worthwhile

Gonna take His hand

'Cross the glory land

No more to roam

We're goin' home

We're gonna hear that trumpet sound

You're gonna see us heaven bound

No more to roam

We're goin' home

No more to roam

We're goin' home..........

Kindling

                                                                 (photo from Flickr)

I chose this photo because it resembles the letter *I*. And it is I that am the one being kindled. 

A dead fire needs to be rekindled. 

A kindled fire needs to be fed slowly or it will be overwhelmed and die out.

 A burning fire needs continual fuel to raise the level of heat so the fire burns hotter

. A consuming fire burns everything it touches and leaves only ashes.

 And God turns ashes to beauty. 

Oh to be kindled in the consuming fire of God where only He can turn my ashes to beauty!