The Eternal Flame
Purple skies and flames
brighter than gold where
You shone. On the throne where
You lay down your life for us.
A precious warmth, an inviting glow.
Your eyes that saw the truth. Your hands that healed.
Your feet nailed
to a tree.
Holy wood burning
and the fire grew and Your gold dripped like the sweat on your brow in the garden
where You learned of Your great Death.
Beaded blood falling delicately
on the altar beneath You,
like the tears dripping down my face as I
watch the vicious flames envelope
your languid limbs.
My tears are not enough
to douse the evils of this world!
As they try to burn You, break You, take
You away,
as they relentlessly persecute You —
we will never cease in prayer.
Never stop serving.
Never stop loving.
When the smoke clears,
I will pick up burnt and
broken pieces scorched from pain.
I will build an altar in your name.
It’ll be painted gold.
And I’ll keep praising You
in this storm…
