29/11/2025
The Fire.
Send the fire,
Set us on fire,
This is my desire,
To put on fire,
As a covering attire,
A priesthood regalia,
For we are weary and tired,
Many also are fallen and retired.
The weather here is cold,
Unlike the days of old,
Those days in the camp,
When our flames melt the snow.
My habitation is in the cold,
The cold is so thick,
It makes me weak,
And it seems l am sick,
Yet to this place I stick.
We are men you have ordained,
But we run after things that are mundane,
Now our place we struggle to maintain,
Your name among the heathen we profaned,
The gospel truth we no longer proclaim,
So your presence we cannot retain.
You promised the baptism of fire,
The kind that licks the waters,
So we have set the altar,
As in the time of Elijah,
And we await your answer.
Send down fire from heaven,
As our voices stir up the heavens,
End the rage of the heathen,
Terrify the inhabitants of the covens,
And for the devil,
Let there be no safe haven.
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