Fire

People think what’s valued

Is only to be stored

They scrape it all together

And put it in a hoard.

It never will be used

It will be there forever

Preserved in the same condition

As that in which it entered.

But Yahweh doesn’t do this

With that which He loves most

Instead He sacrifices it

To reap a hundredfold.

Into the fire He places

That which He holds dear

It burns off every stronghold

And casts down every fear

The fire’s very painful

And only for the brave

But the fire doesn’t damage

The fire is the safe.

The fire makes us whole

The fire purifies

And only out of fire

Does the phoenix rise.

For safety is wholeness,

Yahweh’s desire

And to be whole I

Must embrace the fire.

Though the fire may be painful

I am very brave

So I embrace the fire because

The fire makes me safe.