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I've only these rags on me,

but if you come and clothe

me with your presence

I'll have the garment that I need.

Come, fill me, wash me clean,

hear my utmost cry

stir up my soul for you

fire it up.

I'm so empty inside

I need to sense your

sweet empowering presence

deep within me,

I'm so lost without you.

Your purifying river o'fire

comes down as billows

upon my weary body

that shakes with something

far beyond my understanding;

it softly covers me from head

to toes and

takes my every bit of energy

as I fall under the forceful

blasts of grace

and it's taking out the pain

remorse and shame

releasing a prisoner soul

breaking off the cuffs

and shackles on my feet.

You come with such pow'r

and I lose myself in you

You invite me to

soar like eagles do.

You gave me peace

that surpasses understanding,

You took away regret

and gave to me forgiveness,

You took my emptiness

and poured anointing in my void

that has the shape of YOU.



                                                            12 september 2006