In these fields of fear,
In this valley of darkness, draw near.
Across these hot coals
Don’t let this fire burn a hole
A hole in me.
Oh sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Wind,
Won’t You settle over me?
Like a thick rain in a thirsty land
Lord, fill me up, fill me up, fill me up, fill me up
I wrote this in high school and came across it while going through old notebooks looking for sermon notes that needed typing up on my church’s Facebook page. I love finding old writings, some because I can look at them and say “I wrote that?” (happy face), others because I can look at them and say “I wrote that?” (grimace of confusion). Either way, I’m happy, for how my writing was in the early days or for how it has progressed from then.