Whimsical Wednesday / Praisin' In The Fire

I wrote this poem a few years ago when everything in my world looked like it was being destroyed by attacks from the enemy. It blessed and encouraged me to realize that it didn't matter what the devil threw my way that he couldn't take my Praise!

And dear Friend, he can't take yours either! Let's keep praising Jesus even in the Fire! He so worth it, and besides . . . it makes the devil mad! lOL!

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Praisin' You in the fire

I can't feel the flames

Praisin' You in the storms

I can't feel the rain.

Bombarded with unanswerable questions

Tormented by doubts and fears

But when I start to praisin'

Your path is always crystal clear.

It's not about my wishes

Fulfilling my hopes and dreams

It's all about the Big picture

Your Glory by others clearly seen.

As the flames fan so much hotter

Threaten to leap higher than my head

When I'm praising', all they burn

Are the chains and the bonds of my dread.

When I'm praising' in Your presence

My feet dance on Holy Ground

Your word declares You're in the midst

Even the fire doesn't hurt, I've found.

So fire seven times hotter

I embrace your raging flame

Though hell comes against me

Christ's victory I will claim!

Abundant life, full of joy unspeakable

A precious gift straight from the throne

Is mine to enjoy and bask in

When I praise, as if nothing is wrong

Not denying the darkness of my circumstances

But choosing to look instead

At the One who is bigger, more powerful

Than any evil the devil can spread.

So, praisin' You in the fire

I can't even feel the flames

Precious lesson I've learned while I'm praising,

I can't even feel the pain . . .

I choose to keep Praising'!