Real Lake Living (A Plea and Response)

The Plea:

"The flame leaps upon the fire-feed

It gives a hum to say it's hungry

I stare into it's flicker-dance to see

If in some way this fire resembles me.

I warm a small diameter

No more than 3 ft. 

I have been simply burning tinder,

Now I want something more to eat.

My soul is practically leaping

Like the flame that licks around

I know this life is fleeting, 

Yet I can't seem to get off the ground.

A burning passion inside me

Aches for so much more

I desire a closeness and a finding

That being a Christ-lover is not a chore.

Oh, I want more. I want more.

This world and its joys suffocate

And my trachea cannot hold

The toxic materialistic fate

Of all fame, careers, and gold.

I know You speak in quiet

And often in the everyday

Make all other distractions silent

That Your voice I might obey.

I want none other beside You

Yet sometimes You feel so far

Immerse me in Your love so true

I am seeking after Your star.

Oh the future, it's so slippery,

And who am I to say

That tomorrow won't completely

Change who I am today?

I guess this is where Your sovereignty

Filled with love comes into play

And I am just waiting, knowing,

That you can hear me pray."

The Father's Response:

"I am not making you a fire, My dear.

I am making you a lake.

That all would be refreshed who draw near

And that Life may come to the desert place.

The heat of this world and hunger of the flame

Is in need of a joyfully deep waterway.

I know that right now you seem to be 

Nothing more than a struggling stream.

Not a lot can be seen with just a look

But I who formed the seas

Will make you make joyful than a brook.

And never doubt, My lark,

For the depths of the Mariana shall not compare

To the depths within your heart

That I am placing there.

So rather than lament that My sure promise isn't true

Trust with all your heart

That I who began this good work

Will be faithful to complete it in you."

Love,

                   Your Father