Fire

As a bush burns, my heart will race past the moon.

The sun will rise, the sun will set,

The son will rise, the son will rise.

Praises from my spirit, he takes away all my anxious thoughts.

A Black fire consumed my head, oh how dark was the light.

But, now he set his intentions upon me, to rescue me, personally.

How could I refuse his offer? No!

More importantly, how much more could I thank him until I return to Christ.

Rejoice! Today! Today!

My constant stream of negative thoughts, my constant night terrors, my consistent worries of this life, ALL will soon come to pass, as he himself: Came, died, rose, return, salvation. May he finish all his good works, and this I know is true. In Jesus Christ name, peace and grace to your spirits and souls, Amen.