The Internal Combustion Engine

 

The Internal Combustion Engine

     Up from the tank, we are pressurized through lines.  The sending unit feels the float and propels us onward.  Filters remove debris and the rail is reached.  Stradling all eight pistons, liquid feels its final fall.  Locked down into injectors, the mist atomizes and feels the metered mix.  Oxygen our breath and the new composition sees the rising piston head.  We are compressed until we cannot stand more.  Spontaneous combustion threatens until the plug pops.  Thankfully Someone is in time.  A sudden explosion strikes the piston down its cylinder wall.  The crank turns about its axis, work is done.

     Are we to be used up here?  When our works are infused with the Spirit, do we ignite and blow ash out the pipe?  How about 87 octane with an ethanol mix?  It offers less BTU’s per gallon then regular gas.  No wonder it is cheaper.  More corn, less pop.

     Are we the good gas?  Do we give Him 91 octane?  When compressed, we then are less jittery and wait for His timed spark.  Not like anxious kids knocking on His door.  Seasoned vets, we know patience.

      In the past, I have knocked.  I have watered down my potential.  But like aged wine, my fuel I offer is better now.  His Holy Spirit is the same, offering the breath that carries me about my works.  His glory is my final spent tank.

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