Lord, please burn my heart
Lord, please burn my eyes
Woe is me, unclean;
Woe is my disguise
I want Isaiah's part
Your throne of cloud settled; ground shaking; confidence breaking
Flames and coals; clouds and smoke
What other approach except to burn away all that would shame me
I will not hide from you; I will not be ashamed
Here I am, Lord; Burn me with holy flame
Consume my passions, LordScorched earth; starved heart
So I can taste; I can savor every part of you
You are my indulgence; my gratification
You are my decadence; my satiation
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