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

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