On fire
Lit on fire with a higher with a higher desire, My Flesh I had to retire.
So to you Lord, my soul could sing like it's in Heaven's choir.
Of your love and goodness never do I Tire .
You truly are my savior.
Thank you for saving me from myself and hell's fire.
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