Daddy, I am but a dying ember. Unless You blow on me I will die. I offer to You all the deadwood of my failures so that You can burn them up in the intense fire of who YOU ARE. Blow on me, Holy Wind from God. Give life to this dying ember and turn this deadwood into a raging fire of Your making. All-consuming Fire, burn up the dross, the chaff - all that is burnable - so that all that is left is that Tree of Life, that Burning Bush, that is ever burning but never consumed.
It has been written that You make Your messengers flames of fire, I am willing, Lord. Blow on me.
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