Holy Fire
Come and burn
Things that were and things that are,
Make the future bright.
Set free by love
Blood as jealous as death
But scarifice and loss
The gifts we do not own
Nor deserve the place he took.
Coming to nations to cleanse
To lead, to inspire
To grow his kingdom
The message sent
With reluctance I told
But now the fire and passion
Bring me to my knees
Words that spill
from a heart appeased
Reward is peace.
- Drea