Archive for October 21st, 2009
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HOLY FIRE
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Where, Oh where, is your heart’s desire?
Is it based on earthly things?
Or would you like God’s Holy Fire
More than man’s changing trends and flings?
Is religion tied to a spire?
Is it a sheer church-i-ness?
God will still give His Holy Fire
The choice? His OR your rightness.
Has church lifted you from sin’s mire,
Or do you sin every day?
Heavenly Holy burning Fire
Will lead you off that broad way.
Are your preachers men for low hire
Glued to mere “church-ianity”?
Pray, pray for Holy Living Fire
Yes, in our own century.
Some pastors build their own empire
Held up by rites and rituals.
God can do more with Holy Fire
Than men with games and visuals.
God’s still looking for those who tire
Of glitz, cheap glamour, and show.
He’ll do more with Holy Fire
Than personality’s “glow.”
Old satan has his false wildfire,
Based on emotional strings.
But God’s own, true, heavenly Fire
Is above such shallow things.
Horns, drums, and clapping can inspire
Shallow feelings, that’s for sure.
But the heart of pure Living Fire
Is a life constantly pure!
I urge you, change your deep desire,
Leave the broad way church behind.
Settle it – you’ll have Holy Fire
Don’t accept another kind.
– eab, 10/05
Samuel Francis Smith – birth, Oct. 21, 1808
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Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote about Smith (1829 – Harvard class reunion)
There’s a nice youngster of excellent pith,
Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith;
But he shouted a song for the brave and the free,
Just read on his medal, “My country,” “of thee.”
Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote about Smith (1888 – Smith’s 80th birthday)
Full many a poet’s labored lines
A century’s creeping waves shall hide—
The verse a people’s love enshrines
Stands like a rock that breasts the tide.
Time wrecks the proudest piles we raise,
The towers, the domes, the temples fall.
The fortress crumbles and decays—
One breath of song outlasts them all.
Samuel Francis Smith was born this date, 10/21/1808, Boston, MA. He, of course, authored “My Country ’Tis of Thee” (when just age 23) and “The Morning Light Is Breaking.” He served as a pastor, a professor, and a publisher (contributed to the Encyclopedia Americana). He and Holmes were classmates.
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