Boots
stand quietly in the corner … Yearning to be filled.
The
coat hangs alone … Yearning to be filled.
The
gloves lie on the shelf … Yearning to be filled.
How
much more my heart!
The
barn cries through its open door … “fill me, fill me!”
Fields
spread themselves out … “Fill me with seed so I can give up a harvest!”
Stables
and pastures call out … “fill me!”
How
much more my heart!
As
fire, which is all consuming, but never satisfied …
Fill
me O Lord with Thy Spirit.
As
the land which never quenches its desire for water …
Pour
out Your Spirit on me.
The
glove is useless until a hand fills its emptiness.
A
coat is of no value until stretched over shoulders.
Boots
are hollow and void until feet are placed in them.
O
Lord, Your Spirit is the hand to my glove …
Is
the body of my coat …
Is
the foot for my boot which will guide and take me along.
Fill
the pastures of my heart.
Fill
the fields of my soul.
Fill
the storage place of my heart, the barns, the stables
With
Your Spirit, Your Word.
Fill
my heart with Your Spirit O Lord.
Then
use all that You have given me …
To
give to others.
Fill
me … Holy Spirit.
Use
me … Holy Spirit.
Selah
Boots by Ronhales Acts 4:31