Chosen by God as peculiar treasures, in Him, we delight.
Distributing gifts to all, He pours into our vessels to ignite.
Given for the profit of all, His body, He desires to glorify.
Given to aid in ministry, we press to receive His best.
Like flames of fire burning with passion, we press to bless.
With the fields of harvest before us, His gifts, we attest.
The word of knowledge at the well, He reaped a harvest.
As prophecies reveal the state of hearts, faith challenges.
With gifts of healings and miracles, crowds gather to hear.
With discerning spirits, demonic strongholds disappear.
Knitted and framed together as lively stones, He builds.
As each stone discovers its gift, He places strategically.
Freely given to expression, we press on, building accordingly.
As each stone freely explores, His glory overshadows.
Bathed in glory, multitudes repent, changing dramatically.
A greater harvest to reap, fully developed, we make ready.
As one body, fully equipped in all gifts, we rise in formation.
Throughout the earth, we go to every tribe and nation.
Fully armed with spiritual weapons, Satan stands aghast.
As Jesus puts the sickle to the harvest, the earth is harvested.
Prayer
Create a desire within me to have a seeking heart to receive all that You have in store for me so that I will be one of Your flames of fire, who ministers to glorify You in everything.
This is an updated edition of a post originally published on Ken Birks
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