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Burning Hands

My hands were burning

I couldn’t sleep for the pain

 

I sought the Lord

 

His eyes are fire

I am scared

 

He had fire to give me but I was

Too scared to receive

 

His eyes are like a flame of fire

His feet are like fine brass refined in a furnace

 

I laid my body down on the altar

Of burnt offering

 

He spoke to me of fire

Why was I keeping on keeping the fire going?

I see now it’s going to hurt

To keep the fire going

 

I am willing and He is able

I’m in His army

It’s His work

 

I wanted the fire

I received the baptism of fire

 

Go out to the Road again

Pick up the lost, the forgotten and broken

How?

With burning hands

Hands of fire