Smoke Showing, 2nd. Floor: On the rear step, on the way to a fire

What is smoke ?

Smoke is a collection of tiny solid, liquid and gas particles. Although smoke can contain hundreds of different chemicals and fumes, visible smoke is mostly carbon (soot), tar, oils and ash. Smoke occurs when there is incomplete combustion (not enough oxygen to burn the fuel completely). In complete combustion, everything is burned, producing just water and carbon dioxide. When incomplete combustion occurs, not everything is burned. Smoke is a collection of these tiny unburned particles. Each particle is too small to see with your eyes, but when they come together, you see them as smoke.

Relating, from darkness to His marvelous light, as in life we transform, and we come through the smoke, and filter through the particles to see that window of hope, a breath of fresh air in His atmosphere. As you are here grasp hold to the consuming fire, sweet perfume, bow down and worship Him. Enjoy the particles smoke through God, wisdom, success, positive agression, finances, motivation, and direct drive to improve you.

02 June 2010

On the rear step, on the way to a fire

The sirens start screaming, sending adrenalin to my heart so loud,
traffic is heavy as I push my way out of the crowd.

My skin bubbles with sweat, as I make my way through,
on the run, then to a stop, I am out of my shoes.

With a jump, then a tug, I am dressed with full gear,
on the tailboard, strapped, without any fear.

I calmly but seriously look left and then right,
a quick prayer to the stars for the men who risk their lives again with me tonight.

As the sky begins to brighten and the smoke fills my nose,
like any army of soldiers we roll out the hose.

Pick axe in hand as we break down the door,
death meets us halfway with a thundering roar.

We quickly move forward with a strong driven pace,
knocked down to our knees as the fire spits in our face.

Hours seem to pass in a few minutes that we are there,
a second group joins in as the fire disappears in thin air.

Another house standing, not burnt to the ground,
a job well done, they said around town.

As I stand in the shower scrubbing the smell from my hands,
I hear the fire whisper quietly, that we will meet again.