Speaking To A Firestorm

What do you say to a firestorm?

A firestorm is fierce. It is relentless. It shows no mercy. It takes without prejudice.

What do you say when there are no words?

When the easy answers evaporate where do you go?

You look for what a fire can’t take.

You reach for the eternal.

The Word of God.

There is where you find His everlasting arms.

There is where you find comfort for loss.

There is where you find hope.

There is where you find courage to begin again.

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Isaiah 40: 31


I once wrote a poem.

Or should I confess?

That poem found me, came to me, poured out of my soul on one of my darkest days, when it seemed as though I would never see hope again.

Heaven will do that.

His Spirit will come when you least expect Him.

He will wrap His arms around your singed soul, breathe hope into your heart, chase away your fears, as He gently lifts your head to wipe your tears.

What do you say to a firestorm?

Some things you are powerless to take!

You are formidable.

We won’t deny that.

But He is Omnipotent!

His Spirit is Omnipresent!

His Word is written upon our hearts!

These things you can never take.


Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Song of Solomon 8:5

The Warrior

(verse 1)

Oh, Abba! What words can I write
To sing new songs of sweetest praise?
To tell of victories in the night
And how a victor’s shout is raised?

Who is this? Her brow so bloodied?
Coming out of desert grim?
What has happened to this warrior?
Who will hear her soldier’s hymn?


Soft she sings—as hard she leans
Her Savior only strength and shield
From darkest battle’s she has gleaned
Truth, that Freedom’s sword will yield,

Only when the battle’s over!
Only when the victory’s won!
A warrior never quits, or surrenders,
‘Til Father whispers, “It is done!”

(verse 2)

Not ’til then can sword be rested
Not ’til victory has been found
Not ’til soldiers metal tested
And enemy’s surrendered Holy ground!

She turns and lifts her sword now skyward
To honor her Father’s Holy Word
Remembering day when He first called her
Broken Vessel—so absurd!

(verse 3)

And now scarred lips and heart once broken
Gladly she lays at nail-scarred feet
Here to sing! Her Victor’s token!
Her song declares—enemy’s defeat!

She raises voice in song of praise
To tell of desert battles won!
Her sword surrendered at His feet
A Freedom Fighter she’s become!

© Broken Vessels Recovery Project, 2001

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