A Heart Ablaze

When worldly passions be chopped down

and roots are dried and dead,

He'll drag his holy sacrifice

to burn beside his bed.

Upon young knees he rests himself

as furnace tinder lay,

From in his heart come billowed sounds

of sins he prays to slay.

The altar red from sacrifice

as Heaven seems to sleep,

His tears and blows upon his chest

reach Heavens mercy seat.

Consuming fire lights the straw,

he lifts his hands in praise!

O, Praise the one who saved my soul,

who died and then was raised!

Within the furnace of his heart,

a fire burns within.

Though overtime that tinder fades,

he finds himself in sin.

The ember starving in the ash

with nothing left to catch,

he goes to work to till his heart,

this unkept brier patch.

Again he goes to search out wood

and prays the Lord would show.

The deadly branches of this world

are often times found low.

He cuts into the briar patch

his flesh cries out in pain,

As branches rooted in the heart

are often times our bane.

If hand or eye are cause of sin

O sinner! Do not doubt!

For better be in heaven free

than burning and without!

Upon weak knees he rests himself

to furnace tinder lay,

Within his heart come billowed sounds

of sins Christ washed away.

The altar brown from better days

as Heaven watches on,

His tears and blows upon his chest

rekindle what was gone.

Consuming fire lights the straw,

he lifts his hands in praise!

O, Praise the one who saved my soul,

who died and then was raised!

Within the furnace of his heart,

a fire burns ablaze.

Old sins attempt to pull him back,

But something now has changed.

Though worldly passions come about

he'll feed them to the flames,

That every member of his flesh

be glorified though maimed.

The Sunset comes with heart ablaze

He burnt up all this life,

Upon old knees he rests himself

to die so to have Christ.