Fire

So I wrote another poem, here it goes:

Fire; that spark, that passion, that desire, that burning, that heat, that intensity, that warmth, that sensation, that drive, that light, that flare. For this word alone, can be described by the use of many free morphemes. Free morphemes means words, and this word has a lot more meaning that it seems. Fire can be a very useful tool, it can heat you up when you feel cool. It can cook your food, and even keep a dark room lit. It's sort of like an all-in-one first aid kit. One of the most amazing things about fire, is it's part of God's creation. All natural, and beautiful. Simply stunning. Fire much more than a literal term, it can be used metaphorically as well. For example, Did you know that God used it to pick you up, when you fell? It's that spark in your heart, that removed a side of you that had an evil part. It caused you to worship, to praise and to serve God. And let's not forget when Moses created a snake from a simple rod. Of course this happened after he saw God appear to him in the form of fire from behind a bush. I mean seriously would you really deny that the Lord doesn't use that fire as your salvation sword? This fire is like a lighter that has an unlimited amount of fuel. Another amazing truth about this fire is that He can set you on fire, and you don't need to panic and find the nearest pool. This burning is actually enjoyable, it's like no other, in fact you want more of it, not less. It's truly indescribable I must confess. And to be honest, I don't think I could explain in word just how much it meant to me that He provided such an intense passion of fire to my soul. I truthfully felt like I wanted to stop, drop, and roll. In spite of it all, this fire did something much more to me. It allowed my flesh to finally be set free.

Let me know what you think. God bless.