FIRE AND ICE.
Whilst she was dead, He was her life Whilst she was cold, He was her heat Whilst in the desert, He was her streams Whilst in the storms, He was her peace Whilst she was sad, He was her joy Whilst she lost all zest, He was her zeal Heating up the passiveness, deep within Firing up the frozenness, of her being Melting her to the warmth, of His love He was her flames, melting her chills Burning the chaff, within her soul Tindering All her shards, with His tender Love His unquenchable fire, burning the dross Consuming her, into His being Her perfect image, now found in Him, The perfect replica, of Him Without a doubt, she is now His No more a separate entity, but joined to Him Into His image, now one with Him A fired up being, just as He. ©heavenly_broadcast # PUNCHLINE- Fire and Ice, a tale of us; He is the fire, we are the glacier. Patiently breaking through our walls, Christ wins us over with His perfect Love; to be fully afire just as He, totally embedded in Him. So why not relinquish your power to Him, by believing, letting Him recreate who you are in Him. Bringing you into perfect oneness with Him. A beauty to behold, a force to be reckoned with. John 1:1-5, Acts 17:28 & Luke 3:16-17. Photo Credits- www.pixabay.com
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