Flames climb upside down,
As the fire rushes to the top,
And yet I feel protected,
Though their burning doesn’t stop.
Evil races to the candle wick,
But His grace God’s quick to share,
Like a dousing snuffer in hand,
With belief through faithful prayer.
The hate filled embers are cold now,
We’re united with Christ as one,
The light now showing the way,
His will for our lives be done.
July 24, 2022
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