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Son of Man with eyes of fire
like moth to a flame
I’m drawn to you.
Can’t stay away.
Your beauty pulls me
If I burn, I burn
If I die, You’re worth it.
Son of Man with eyes of fire,
like moth to a flame,
I’m drawn close.
You’re a blue flame of revelation, flickering, gleaming
yet You are not consumed. You are fire, power, and light itself.
Your fiery presence discloses secrets hidden just for me, inviting me in.
My wings singed
I sense Your oil weighing my pen, the pen of a ready writer.
“Ready writer, the scribe anointing is not light,” You say.
“Honor the weight of glory it carries,
treasure its value.”
Son of Man with eyes of fire
we adore You. Your Bride adores Your beauty.
Engulf us in the blue flame that we may see, know and understand
the wisdom we desperately need to navigate these treacherous times, Amen.
Copyright Kathryne Leach, 2021
Categories: Poetry prophetic art Writing
Kathryne
Christian author and truth teller whose words make darkness tremble. Author of two non-fiction books at https://www.instagram.com/tattooedking_book/
Kathryne Leach 
“The scribe anointing is not light..”😣
That hit me
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Yes, I understand. But I find there is always grace to complete the assignments God gives me.
Merry Christmas and thanks for weighing in.
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