this rage within me slowly dies,
I find myself in the fire, slowly depleting-
forging into a quiet night.
Beside He stands, pulling me out of this infernal blaze
His healing hand has lead me to stand.
from where once I crawled, my seared
and burned hands, and my face saught healing
And He took over-
His love shields me and heals me-
my fire has finally died away
Because He wanted me whole.
Once I was burned
then He, my Saviour, commissioned me.
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