My prayer is the fire is in my bones.

Fickle heartbeat, drum your song.
Fierce passion in the chest, always you will miss.

Faker of a tongue, words you've hung.
Flapping lips of flattery, always you will piss.

Flashy flesh, hands or your feet.
Flaky movements of the body, always you will wish.

Folding hands, whisper YOUR will.
Faith increased as flesh falls, always YOU prevail.

Burn these love letters in my heart, burn these praises on my lips, burn these commands in my flesh, burn these words into my soul...that I be worn and torn if I don't give these flames the air they need to consume all that makes me.

The prayer of the daughter now almost weaned, and may my very bones be consumed with this Spirit blazing in the depths of me, be all that they see- be all that ignites me.


JEREMIAH 20:9
But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name", his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in, indeed, I cannot.