Passionate
by Kathleen HighamWhat makes you passionate?
Is there anything at all?
Hiding in the coldest heart
That warms to His call.
Reaching out to seek Him
Though darkness tries to maim
Until He breathes a holy sigh
And your lips whisper His name.
A tremor courses through you
Words speak inside your mind
He pulls the quiet thought
Then to Him, He will bind.
Now your thought returns
To the place where it began
Wanting, needing, hoping
Reflecting the thoughts of man.
What makes you passionate?
Is it somewhere deep within?
What keeps you searching?
Yet running from the sin.
There is none, no not one
For we have all fallen short
But an ember glows, yearns
When passion comes to court.
Oh Lord, I lay before You
Weeping tears of shame
A gentle breeze flows over me
Fans the spark into a flame.
The fire burns into desire
Not to whisper, but exclaim!
Living for Him and only Him
Passionate: I cry aloud His name!
Isaiah 6:3 And one cried to another and said: "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of His glory!"
