Scorch My Heart
Scorch my heart; leave Your scar.
Yahweh, show me who You are.
Dry this world into dust;
Rot its kingdom into rust.
World of wind, kingdoms fall!
Yahweh, You are King of all.
Blazing fire melts the land—
Shining glass from sinking sand.
Fire will test, glass reflect.
Yahweh, show Your true elect.
Share the wounds, wear the scorn:
Cruel metal, twisted thorn.
Wounds of war, metal shard—
Yahweh, ever be our guard.
So You scorch, kill our charms;
So You leave me in Your arms.
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Posted on June 19, 2007, in Artsy fartsy, Music. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Got scorching on the brain since your burn? Seriously, those blisters were CRAZY looking. YOUCH. Your whole foot looked a little swollen. I popped over here from your sister’s blog. I rarely update mine, but feel free to pop on by. Come and see us anytime.
Sweet. I found your blog the other day…I’ll try to get a hold of you on AIM sometime soon.