An Everlasting Train

Sitting and absorbing what I see, as the numbness creeps within me,

Feeling like a flightless bird missing out on imaginable prosperity and security.

On this bench too ample for one person, blindly witnessing.

Having seen friends and masses load on that train.

A ticket in hand, a train I nearly took, a chance I did not obtain.

How can I forgive myself for being in this place in life, tears falling like rain?

 

I see the train, moving down the rustic railroad pathway.

And I feel a loss, as if I have been left behind.

Trying to figure out what other paths can be taken on this colorless rainy day?

What other path can I take? And Hopelessness tells me "I'm out of plans",

Is that train the only one that will take me where I can fly away?

The places I yearn and desire to go.

 

All this time however, I was blind in only seeing broken dreams and a false legacy.

Sitting here on a cold stone bench, mourning in my own self pity.

There in front of me was He, the Holy One, looking at me.

He patiently waited to get my attention, to approach me with His key.

He was waiting for me to give Him permission to sit right next to me and set me free.

Wanting to reassure and comfort me, that He has a treasure for His bride-to-be.

 

As He graciously sat next to me, my worries and my dreams began to fade,

For He has a pearly white train filled with significance that is unswayed.

A train that will take me places that He wants me to go, all expenses paid.

His train is one that few and far between ever take,

Because the masses have set their hearts on their own selfish ambitions and never awake.

He offers me a spiritual bouquet full of acceptance and encouragement, I accept it without debate.

 

For there is no other way, that I will be fulfilled. He is the answer to the emptiness.

The answer to broken dreams and broken promises.

I accept Him as my Lord and Savior, this is our Genesis.

I've climbed into His train and He swept away the heaviness, for His dreams for me are ever endless.

 

By R.E.Smith

My Offer

 

 
My cageless song bird let me show you,
What I offer, so you may be encouraged to stay true.
I offer you my son, Jesus Christ, who died for all sinners.
So that when the enemy comes in full force, they will come out winners.
I offer you my love, a love so deep it has no end.
A love so deep, you may find hard to comprehend.
I offer you my mercy, so that you may repent,
To crucify your sins on the cross to find content.
I offer you life, so you may see my creation
All the woods, seas, and prairies for your admiration.
I offer you direction and counsel, so you may walk on this narrow road
Without fear of being lost through Satan's hypnotizing load.
I offer you my Kingdom, a home to rest.
To let go of the loads and burdens, to be blessed.
I offer you my home, so we can take a walk in my gentleness and glee
Through grass tips gleaming with diamonds and my white as snow trees.
I offer you wonders, of flowers dancing to praise,
Of singing angels for all of God's eternal holy days.

 

By R.E.Smith (ConsumedinFire)

 

Seeking a True Path

Where do I go Lord?
Will you take me to the unexplored?
Or should I unwearyingly wait for the next open door?
Let your path be the way Lord, let mine be done for.
The decaying Doubt in my heart, if you will come through
Has made me stumble for fear of unworthiness, from this worldly view.
The Fear in my heart, trembles to your might.
Fearing your plans to bring me more into your light,
For you promised "I will take care of you",
And I so dearly want to see the morning dew.
Lord, I ask if I can see what you see
At least something I can hope for, to get me out of this sea.
Shine the lighthouse, call me to your direction,
"Come my love, come to my house of protection".
Let me thirst and hunger for your truth and understanding,
Help me sail this ship to your safe landing.

By R.E.Smith (ConsumedinFire)

The Well-Grounded Garden

As I walk through my garden,
I can't help but feel content.
To have sown those good seeds in the soil,
And watch them grow.
Saturated with light and sweetness,
They try to touch the sun.



(My White Sonora Wheat in my Garden)

The wheat has grown- Oh so tall!
To joyously dance and sing in the wind.
Without a care in the world.
Because they know with a confident assurance,
That they'll always be replenished.
That they'll be fed with light, God's light.
To take part of God's plan, even a small one.
And they are content.

And if at times there is a drought,
And the heat becomes suffocating.
They continue to breathe freely,
For they know this is not their true home.
In the Kingdom of God, it is truth.

 

 The soil is rich with Love,
And the light has a dash of Comfort.
The wind has an aroma of Completeness,
And the water abundant in Joy.
The Father comes around to see them,
To caress His loved one.
And to breathe on them a waterfall of Acceptance,
Because they stood true to him on Earth,
And they knew that He was the Living Water.

 

By R.E. Smith (ConsumedinFire)

Finally Home by MercyMe

 

MercyMe has been one of my all time favorite Christian Bands. When I first came to Christ, they were the first Christian band (and maybe some P.O.D)  that quickly made me thirst for more Christian music.

Home by MercyMe, is absolutely one of my favorite Christian songs. It's about going to the Kingdom of God and finally meeting Him face to face. Our home is in Heaven and this song always reminds me to ask the Lord, "When am I going home? I really want to go, I want to see it all!". But God has his timing, so we must all wait patiently for the Groom to come and take us to the wedding feast.

You Belong with Me

When the treacherous Lion is chasing you
Do not set me to the side, run into my arms
His plans are to destruct and demolish good
Become one with me, I am true
He is deceitful, without favor
But my love is fireproof
You belong with me, do pursue.

By R. E. Smith (ConsumedinFire)

Flooded in Holiness

High School is a bit of a haze for me, but the Lord brought up a memory to give me discernment of what was going on and yet another thing to confess (another step closer to purity). Today I stopped to watch this video that my little sister was watching on Teen Nick, it was a clip of a Rave and many young men and women around my age dancing to this rave music. At my high school dances, we had many “rave” themed dances. And I remember learning how to dance to this type of music. It was exhausting! I may have danced to that type of rave music for maybe two or three school dances. I could remember how I felt liberated and free; almost unstoppable. After graduating high school, so many of my close friends would buy tickets to these tremendously large Rave concerts but I never had the chance to attend one. I thank God I never did. I would hear stories of people passing out on the floor, others getting high on ecstasy, and some people too drunk to even understand what’s going on. This may seem almost “normal” these days, or “normal” for a younger generation to go out in the world and feel free to experiment, because “Hey, we only live once”. But it is false.

It’s a false feeling of freedom on that dance floor. It’s a false feeling of liberation. It’s a false feeling of unstoppable. Because once you’re off that dance floor, out of that rave or out of that club, did you continue to sense the freedom? Or the liberation? I’m not sure about other people’s experiences but I would think no. Being able to escape from the world through these raves doesn’t solve anything and it doesn’t give you true joy; as well as a true feeling and knowledge of true significance.

All of this can relate to a song/sermon that I have heard from Beautiful Eulogy named “The String That Ties Us”.  

“Lets suppose that a kite could come to life and develop its own personality. On one hand, it would feel the exhilaration that comes from the surges of wind that direct it through the sky. On the other hand, it would almost immediately take notice of something annoying. The tugging of the string at its center, a feeling of constraint, resistance, and soon the kite begins to think to itself ‘If only I could detach, then I could really fly.’ To the kite it seems the string is limiting its full experience of freedom. But as any boy or girl who has flown a kite knows, were that string to suddenly snap, the kite wouldn’t soar free for very long. It would dart to and fro for a minute, maybe two, but very soon thereafter it would end on the ground in a pile of broken sticks and torn paper never ever to fly again. Rather, you see, it is the taught line between the kite and the one holding it that enables the kite to fly, that allows all the principles of aerodynamics to come into play so that the kite might achieve its full purpose. Christian love performs the very same function as a kite string. You take away the stabilizing force of Christian love and every towering gift, every supernatural power, every sacrificial act, every musical performance, you name it friends, it will all-ALL end up on the ash heap of eternal insignificance, without love.”

            When Gods Holy Spirit is looking through these raves and clubs, walking through, and observing, telling his beloved children “don’t take that drug”, “go home, don’t stay here”, “my love, what are you doing here”, it must be hard to see your children hurting themselves. It saddens God to see this; he yearns for his children to come back to him. His love is so deep and profound, it never stops. God weeps for his children but with even a deeper love than my parents or any parent will ever have. 

“Don’t cause the Holy Spirit sorrow by the way you live. Remember, he is the one who marks you to be present on that day when salvation from sin will be complete” Ephesians 4:30.

            Another point the Holy Spirit has given me through this memory, is that through this false liberation from dancing, that it is the complete opposite of God’s liberation. God wants to fulfill every one of his children to the point that they are not dancing for their own selfish pleasure, but for him. He wants to take every load of weight, sorrow, spirits of depression, spirits of self-hate, spirits of uselessness in self, and so many other things, to give you and me the freedom in God’s wholeness. God wants to flood his children in his holiness and make them complete. I have found that jumping up and down; dancing for God is quite a beautiful thing. Just yesterday I played the song “Come On” by Rend Collective Experiment on full blast and I was telling God, that “I let go” all the pain, sorrow, guilt, shame, and everything that is keeping me from having a more intimate relationship with God. I didn’t have to worry about anybody watching me or trying to please another person through their eyes, but only take in every inch of joy and freedom that God had given me. Doing this every now and then gives me more insight that God is pure and good. That dancing for the Lord is so much more fulfilling, satisfying and gives me the freedom that I have always been seeking. Plus, I’m not grieving the Lord by my actions, only pleasing him.

Distinguished Plant

This imprisoned internal plant,
Held captive by this invisible stone wall
Who only takes in little light
Coming through a window enthrall
It's 'simple enough', it's 'almost', it thinks
Stuck in it's complacency above all
This is enough light, no need to go further
Spitting at the Lord, feeling so tall
Your water means nothing said pride.

This distinguished external plant,
Swaying about in the harsh storm,
Adapting and understanding,
Strong, not willing to conform.
Storm, you will not gain me!
My Lord knows I am not lukewarm.
I stand and live for Him,
So...Dark Storm, taking an intimidating form
Keep away, so I may sing to my Lord a hymn.

By R. E. Smith (ConsumedinFire)

Reclaimed

Why do you flee from my light?
All can be seen, all that is done in secret.
There is no way to become lost in sight.
My child, resist the temptation.
Let it go, all that is impure like the dark of night.

The cross is a place to die and give up your rights.
To place all the shame, conviction, and grime.
To crucify all of your sinful delights.
Come to my cross, let it go,
Allow me to walk you up those mountain heights.

Find satisfaction in me,
A meaningful intimacy with your Lord God,
More true repentance, so you me see
Face-to-face, the flood of God's glory.
There is no sin too unforgivable, to set your heart free.

By R. E. Smith

The Dawn of Consumed in Fire Blog

Greetings! Welcome to Consumed in Fire

 

I'd like to first come out and say that the Lord has compelled me to write this blog for him for a very long time. Every now and then for the past few months I would ask the Lord, “So, have you changed your mind about that thing you wanted me to do?” and of course he said “No”. So I've been running from this assignment for too long and I think I'm tired now, I've hit a dead end on this road. Either I turn my back on God and do as I please and go where I want to go or I completely go to the Lord and allow him to guide me and be an obedient servant for his glory… challenge accepted. I’m still learning how to let go many of my plans that I have clenched onto for so long, they’ve been programmed into my brain and really hard to let go. But I know God’s plans are good, so this is a leap of faith for me. I should also mention I really don’t know why God has me doing this when I’m not that great of a writer. Seriously! I keep asking God, “Maybe you have the wrong person? You do have 7 billion other children; it could be that other person over there” and of course he doesn’t have me mistaken for some other person, he knows me all too well. So I'm writing this blog, somewhat blind of what is up ahead (if there is anything up ahead, maybe it’s only a test of obedience). And the last thing I should mention is that I’ve known about the Lord since I was around the age of 6 but I really didn’t get to know and have a real earnest relationship with the Lord until I was about 16. I’m now 21, so my walk with the Lord hasn’t been a long one and I’m still learning. In this blog (from what the Lord has told me) I will be writing about… well I don’t know yet. The Lord has told me that this blog will be a blessing for the young people in my generation. I’ve once heard that our generation (millennials) are “The Lost Generation” because of the difficulty of finding a job, paying for over-priced college tuition and are still living with their parents. But the term “The Lost Generation” speaks to me on another level because it’s so true. There are so many that are lost without the Lord. They are lost in darkness and don’t know how to get out. I pray that this blog helps those who are lost and are looking for answers. If I could help at least one person to walk in the light and find the Lord with this blog, then I would be more than blessed to do this assignment. I will be sharing the things that the Lord wants me to share and also share some good music, I pray that God blesses this blog and everyone that ever stumbles upon this blog. God Bless.