My God is a fire, and I am steel;
a heart of stone made to melt in Him
and be formed to something free
My God is a swell, and I a ship upon the sea
soon to be dashed upon the shore
unless He rescue me
But more joy could ne’er be found
than to be crushed by my King;
to drown in all His breaking waves
and melt as He breathes,
So I will sit and sing within the fire
and laugh at the lashing seas
as the winds of a tornado’s grace
lift to carry me
and I am swept up into that wild abyss
that is the love He brings.
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