The things I build are wood, hay and stubble
They may look good, but they don’t survive the fire
They are temporary toys
What’s born of You is of Your Spirit
Steadfast and sure
Like gold refined in the fire
They never pass away
Only the fire knows, only the fire sees, only the fire reveals
Like a moth to the flame
I can’t resist Your touch
I’m drawn to the fire in Your eyes
Never look away
And I will hold You close while You consume me
Burn away, burn away, burn away
All that gets in the way
“Who among us shall dwell with the devouring fire?
Who among us shall dwell with everlasting burnings?
Your eyes will see the King in His beauty
They will see the land that is very far off”
(Isaiah 33:14-17)
The devouring is not all the enemy
You devour, too