Dare to Be a Daniel and Experience the Fire w/out Getting Burned

I Thought There Were Only Three… Standing on the edge of Divine Purpose, The searing heat singes, Sweat beads on your forehead… Holy hands bound, Tight ropes not made for walking, Sauntering soldiers grip, Loosed by fierce flames of jealous ambition. Death’s driving push, Three men went in, Explosive eruption, Flames of corruption, Burst of blinding beams bright, Freeing, Cleansing, flames, Change to heaven’s Holy Light. Unharmed, Untouched, Eager, Ego, Eyes opened, To see sights of Heaven’s Might. No longer bound by ropes tied tight, I thought there were only three, Yet, a fearsome fourth I see, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, Son of God, I don’t know. Come out, Come out, the trial by fire is done, You three men of the Most High God, As I give glory to the Holy One. Standing on the edge of Divine Purpose, The searing heat singes, Sweat beads on my forehead… I ponder, I thought there were only three, Who is this glorious fourth man I see? No more threats to bow, All will know of your God now. You, Fire Walking Three, Who walk by Faith and Not by Sight, In fiery flames of Heaven’s Might, Emerge unharmed, Forever freed, With the lingering aroma of His Sweet Presence, Dousing out the smoke of painful existence, For all who walk with Christ, In humble adoration, Glory to God! Who meets us where we are and takes us to where He wants us to be. Thanks and Praise! For while I thought there were only three, He sent “us” Christ, The fourth man who walks with me.

This poem is based on the book of Daniel chapter 3 and the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego and their walk with the Lord in the fiery furnace. Written by Marlena H. Johnston, © 2009