The Fire; Use Me Poem by Adedolapo Olisa

This fire is burning me inside
I don’t want it to die
No matter what may betide,
I want the tide of this fire to rise
Only in it’s heat can I find fulfillment
As I’d look on to that day
When I shall stand before my lord and judge.

This fire demands a task of fueling
But Lord to you I cry to open my eyes that I may see the way forward
And what i move toward.

You see my heart but I know
Only when what resides within me comes out
Then my works may be burned on that day with a residue of fine gold.

I want my fire to be passed on and remain.
I hate being lukewarm
But to you I come to confess
That it is this evil which I hate, I harbour.

Help! I seek that I may know what next to do.
I desire your power
That I may be drunk in it’s intoxication to my flesh and it’s desires.

I want to live a life like Jesus’
Where suffering for your name is not only sweet
But vividly displayed as the gain it truly is.

I have cried long enough inside
And lazily discarded the next steps of faith.
I choose no longer to make prayer a way
Out of my conscience and hearts yearning for joy
From the pleasure of surrendering and living in slavery
To Him and to His will,
But that prayer might be the physical starting point
Upon which I’d build my journey
In the course of the source of the inspiration that i see.

Mould me, bake me, beat me to fit your taste
But all i desire is that you use me.