I see Jesus walking through masses of people robed in His kingly garments and as he walks he picks this person then that person. Outwardly they do not look like we expect.
These are not being chosen by the standards of man but by what He sees in their
hearts. As their eyes meet there is a spark caused by the meeting of the fire
of desire that is in their hearts for each other. Throngs and throngs of people
are pressing in, cheering, screaming, and applauding. Sadly, many are not chosen. Those who are desiring for the praise of man
to be picked by the King, those who were not willing to die to themselves, those
not willing to die to the praise and recognition of man for the sake of Jesus’
call upon them, not willing to die to their reputation among the religious,
those not willing to be seen in the eyes of man as foolish.
He chose those whose hunger and desire for Him superseded
their desire and affection for anyone or anything else. Those who loved not
their lives unto death, these are the ones He is choosing. Even those that are
looked upon with disdain and contempt by people who call themselves by his Name, yet not chosen because they were not willing to leave
the familiar, comfortable, safe place of their religious activity to go away
and be with Him. As He looks upon the
multitude of people His eyes are searching their eyes for Himself, for His
fire, searching for His desire for those who have shared in the fellowship of His
suffering. Those with holy
fire and not strange fire upon the altar of their hearts. These are desired by the heart of The King.
HOLY FIRE
Holy fire
of pure desire come sit upon our hearts.
We want Your
presence to come and rest and not depart
our gates
and ancient doors we lift up and open wide
that you
the King of Glory would come in and dwell inside
Give us
hands that are clean and make our hearts pure
that we may
ascend the hill of the Lord
we want to
stand in the Holy place
to behold
you in your beauty
Lord we
come and seek Your face
Light your
fire of pure desire upon the alter of our hearts
Holy fire
of desire for you the King, the Lord of Hosts
that many
waters cannot quench nor floods
could drown it out
Consume, consume,
consume
Till all
that is left is you
You’re the
Lord strong and mighty
You are the
Lord of Hosts
You are the
King of Glory
Who fights
to win our hearts
Our gates and
ancient doors
we lift up
and open wide
so you the
King of Glory
would prepare
us to be your Bride
