Our Fire Burns Low

A song

 

Our fire burns low; God's light grows dim,

For our bodies bend beneath the weight of sin.

We won't drink water pure from the well.

Can God's sacred power help heal a child who fell.

 

Chorus

 

We love the night; good friends are few.

With the laughing crowd we follow what is new.

All alone in a world of our own.

Will God's sacred fire help melt a granite stone.

 

Chorus

 

Cold fear beats on; warm joys are few.

Can youth's innocence return like morning dew?

Garish paths lead us down the dark way.

Please God, calm the earth which always seems to sway.

 

Chorus:

And then dark clouds break; God soothes our heavy pain.

Our faces brighten. God buys our sordid gain.

"Give me your burdens. I'll lift you once again."

 

Allen Hackworth 2000