“That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:” 1 Peter 1:7
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In the eye of the storm,
The flame of faith,
Flickers and dims,
Holding perilously,
To yesterday’s truths;
Praying.
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Satan’s doubt,
Quenches the flame,
Reducing it to an ember,
As the storm tarries.
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A cry for help,
Faint, but heard.
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Then, in a moment,
The flame surges,
Grows, strengthens,
When joined by the faith,
Of interceding saints,
Building a firewall,
Of committed prayer,
That banishes doubt,
And fuels the flame,
With the testimony of miracles.
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Stand with me,
When the cutting winds blow,
Then I will be strengthened,
And ready to join with you,
When another saint’s flame,
Begins to dim.
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