Like Fire

This is it

This is the time

All my life

Waiting for her

Wandering, thrashing about

Looking around

In all the wrong places

Waiting and longing

Aching within

Where is she?

Who is she?

How is she?

Now I know

This one

This one who loves me

This one who loves him

Seeking his heart

Wanting his life within

That is what I want

That is what I am made for

That is who she is

Like him

Full of passion and fury

Hating the evil

Seeking for the good

Wanting to give

Yearning to love

Dying to live

Hidden so long

Under the lying cloak

Not outwardly revealed

But known in heaven

Where her destiny burns

In the glorious heart

Of her mighty King

Fire and glory

That is what she is

Prophetess and princess

A hand or heart or eye

Of the fierce Warrior Bride

This is my Pamela

Hidden from the world

But illuminated to me

His light on her

Reflecting his glory

His work in her

His hand forging a weapon

Fierce against the enemy

Pamela

My helpmeet

Bone of my bone

Together to be one

Charging out of the desert

Sonship revealed

Captives going free

Terrifying the enemy

That is the call

“This one,” he said

“Take this one to you

Make her your own

To build my Kingdom, son

To give me children

Your seed, son

And mine”

Yes, Master

I have said Yes!

Give her to me

Let me love her

Love her like fire

Consuming all it touches

Love her like the wave

Ever returning

Love her like you do, Abba

Hot and bright

As a thousand suns

Give me Pamela, Abba

It is time!

Stephen Pursell, 8/25/16