A fire that purifies

Is our God,

A sure fire of all cleanliness,

Is the Lord, my God,

The One who was long before my birth

His desire for holiness is beyond all our understanding

If even only at my last breath, I find my breath

And speak His name

Let it be fire

Only You know the end has a never-ending purpose,

So speak through me here and now, Lord

Burn through all desire that is not of You

Burn into me the holiness of the Apostles

His Spirit within me is my only boast

The living wind of fire of Elijah is alive in me forever

I will be consumed up into the Lord my God

May the renown of His name, and the remembrance of His covenant,

Be what this world is left in remnant of scorching,

That the word of the Lord is true, beyond all generations,

When I am long in His arms again,

As before my birth

From the upcoming Anthemic: Afire