Fire in our hearts - Jesus Army

FIRE IN OUR HEARTS
AWAKE O ZION!
love so encircled the farm family that for years no one would
move elsewhere.
Steve by his death had drawn many others into the heart of
brotherhood, and a softness and tenderness spread over the
whole church. His dad Lionel, with Marion standing strongly
at his side, picked up his pen once more in elegy:
No more shall breezes waft his auburn hair;
No more the air from field and pasture breathe;
No more the earth to furrow with his share;
No deepened ruts his tractor wheels shall leave.
His face no more we’ll see within these walls,
His earthly voice no more shall praises sing,
But sweeter still is echoing through the halls
And palaces of his beloved King.
Steve had gained his crown. For us, the plough had gone in
deep for a richer harvest.
Kelly had often worked with Steve on some farm project.
They had shared easily as men do when they work hard together.
A warm regard bound them in heart, but the younger
disciple had ‘outrun him’ and was home.
The impact upon Kelly’s household was immense. Verna,
Kelly, Norma and the ten sisters found a new depth of oneness,
as they realised afresh the preciousness of each individual;
it was an esteem, almost a reverence, for one another.
As one sister wrote in a song: ‘My heart is your heart. Your
heart is mine. Our heart is one heart — Pure love! heart divine!’
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