I look upon His broken Body there
Who beckons me to come and be His guest,
To join Him on His Cross with Mother here
And with her hands in swaddling clothes be dressed.
The more I look, the more within I’m drawn
As all my sin is taken into death,
And I know for this death I’ve always longed
With heart that yearns for Holy Spirit’s breath.
As I’m drawn in–out of myself I come–
The world around with new life radiates,
And I know He in me new life becomes
Unique, as He my new heart satiates.
His Monstrance with His Body is a door
To life anew for all with spirits poor.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 
Hi Sandy, Do you think Father Nick can write a poem about Baptism or fire or work of the Holy Spirit for the crmemphis.com website? That would be cool!
I’ve been researching to try to explain it correctly but sometimes there is “more” than just explaining needed.
Thank you for your consideration!
Suzan David
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Fr. Knick received/wrote this a few days ago. We don’t know if this is appropriate for your need. We’ll continue to pray for what the Holy Spirit wants him to write for the Charismatic Renewal. Blessings, Sandie PS Hope to see you and Brent at the C S Lewis Lectures at Memphis Seminary Chapel, Wed, 25th, 7 pm, Thurs 26th, 11 am and 7 pm.
BURNING INCENSE
Like burning incense Jesus comes
With Spirit’s fire to burn within
The useless chaff so we become
In Him who we have always been.
The Devil in us worked his way,
So we have fallen for his lies
And let him in us, had his say,
And with his coils he has us tied.
Then with His fire He burns those coils
So we are free of Devil’s grip,
As Devil’s plans in us He foils,
And we from Devil’s grasp have slipped.
We’re picked up on His Spirit’s wings
To live with Him by Father’s side,
And here on earth we’re meant to sing
Of Trinity with us abides.
For in His love He dwells with us
On earth that’s heaven’s ante-room,
And He in us now places trust
To heaven shine through earthly gloom.
Then through the earth we all can see
His Eden New where He lives here
In hearts forever on their knees,
Where Spirit casts out all our fears.
W. E. Knickerbocker, Jr.
proclaimingtruth.org
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