Arsonist

There’s a storm brewin’,
Rolls of thunderous chaos,
Lightning; fierce, bright, terrifying.
Timber quakes and dishes rattle;
My heart is alive again.

Grass green; post-storm.
Life flows from these streams,
Revival flows through these veins.

An arsonist.
I’ll set the world ablaze;
Light a match and set it to hearts.
Engulfed by compassion,
There’s no stopping this wildfire.

Welcome to faith,
To love once again,
To Hope and joy,
Usher the Spirit in,
May I present to you, Jesus.

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