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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