The darker the night, the brighter My flames shall shine.  The lost, the broken, the hurting, the dying, they shall all be drawn to My flames like moths unto a candle.  My flames will be stoked by the wind of the Holy Spirit and My Holy fire will consume the dross off the vessels leaving nothing but pure gold. Do not fear the deep darkness, but shine forth My Light to draw them unto Me.

 Psalm 104:

1Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty.

 2Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain:

 3Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:

 4Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire:

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