THE PILOT LIGHT I want to feel the fire, Lord, Of faith burning for you, But it seems that just a pilot light Glimmers cold and blue.
MAT.12v20. I want to hear you speaking To talk to you each day. But reception's poor and distant A wall stands in the way.
JER.29v11. I want to sing your praises, With hands and heart held high, But all the words are stifled And I just want to cry.
1 THES.5v19. I want to feel your presence As you walk with me each day, But my heart's door's locked and bolted I've thrown the key away.
JAMES.4v8. I want to take communion To share the bread and wine, But I know I am not worthy And so I must decline.
ROM.8v1. Wash me in your love Lord, Mend this broken reed. My being cries, oh Abba, This is my hour of need.
PSALM 116. |