I fear the flame I used to possess is going out.
I know a fire can't last if it's not fed, I guess I haven't been filled the way I thought I was.
So Lord, take the dust left around me from angel wings and set a spark.
Ignite my soul once more and show me how to fan the flames to your vision.
Don't let it grow small in the winters that pass through.
Don't let the autumn winds blow it out.
Help me protect and grow it so it's tounges of flame sing praises to the heavens.
Let it burn through the spring rain
And make it so it spreads it's purity through the summers.
Let your holy fire engulf our hearts.
Teach me how to dance among the flames you have brought me through.