I was fire. Burning for everything compatible with my flame, A furious force blazing to the tunes of the wind. I was fire. Feeding flesh it’s wild cravings, basking in the heat of ecstasy, With traces of ashes and desolation. I was fire. Burning without apology for everything but God. It’s true, I was once the fire, But now I’m gold.
Here at your feet Consider me yours Lord Laying past, present and future Laying my life down to live yours
Here at your feet Alone with nowhere else to go In company of the Saint For here i will worship Waiting to be strengthened Give me your patience Your peace to be complete Far above every defeat
Here at your feet Where I’m all yours And you are mine Where my thoughts are of you And my faith is made complete Forever yours Far out on the horizon above the bay Above principalities and power Free from the world Clothed in your glory Where I dwell and all is well Even with my soul.
I love my freedom, it is my human right Nobody can take it from me – they mutter This attitude to life resonates “It does not matter” Bringing in its wake much piercings and hurt
The human will though a beauty to behold, Allows us to be who we want to be unperturbed And to do what we want to do- undisturbed Left unchecked, wounds multitudes untold
Truly, the world is filled with so many evils Emanating from some freedom gone wild Evils perpetrated by men of consciences-seared Leaves behind so much sorrow and ills
Over 2000 years ago, someone thought of himself less King of kings and Lord of all came visiting, cloaked in humility Left his domain, came to our wicked world proclaiming liberty Freedom from sin, replaced with dominion previously lost
When I placed my faith in Jesus, he gave me power over sin His will now reigns supreme above my freedom- so cherished Now I can say yes to my father’s revealed will – as my savior did Making my world safer, brighter than it had earlier been
Leaving behind all I’ve labored for under the sun This body of mine has been subjected to much pain and torture Would it be ready to leave this earth during the rapture? Or just someday in the future?
Would I be on His right side or the other side? Would it be a day of joy or tragedy? That day, I would have to give an account of all my activities All that would matter would be judgement Cause all of my possessions would matter no longer
Then the mortal me will become immortal And the imperfect me would have a chance to become perfect But if I be judged by what I deserve Then there wouldn’t be need for judgement cause my heart’s already filled with guilt
But by virtue of His grace I’ll strive for the good confession while on earth Cause by it my sins are cleared without a trace Boldly I can now come to His throne of grace And I will keep sharing my salvation story That though I had fallen short of His glory Christ in me will forever be my hope of glory.