Fire

You say that you are burning And have no one to quench the Fire You would sell your soul If only you could find a Buyer You say if there was someone To cover you, like skin cover the Bones Then this burning fire Would leave you Alone You say that you’ve gone to The river of coolness but Found none there You’ve sailed the sea of joy And its doors were closed With no joy to share Then you washed in the lake of prayer And dried off on the Shore That’s where plenty resided And where coolness and joy was Stored Now the fire that burns your soul Is no longer like a heap of Coals You’ve met the One in control And everything you need He holds