The Fire 5/5/20 Memories of the fire Flit past my mind’s eye
I know what terror looks like I know the sound of a broken heart I know the eyes of a dead spirit These things haunt me My heart has seen them, and it declares:
Never Again That man was crucified alongside Christ
The damage done The flames that consumed it all The rage that fueled the fire The ashes it left behind It is all separated from me
As far as west is from the East So far gone is that man from me The cries and screams Are faded from my ear
Yes. I did those things. The scars are burned into my heart But You have stilled my hands Your love threw me on the ground You fought me through the night And Broke me down by daybreak
Mine is not a story written overnight And I have reaped what was sown But now is the time to sow again And next harvest will be beautiful
Mine is a story of gradual change Yet change nevertheless Do not run from me For the Lord your God can change a tiger’s stripes
That fire no longer consumes Anything within this soul of mine Anger does not define me Nor does what is behind
These scars are horrid But if you can look past them You’ll find a man after the very heart of God You’ll find the story that God himself has written
You’ll find that Christ Can do far more than most will admit You’ll find that any fire, no matter how fierce Can be extinguished
Do not judge a man by what he has done By the blood on his hands Judge him by what he does Today And by what his own heart whispers
Because for me I have played the fool But what used to define me No longer defines me
