Fire cursing thru my vanes,
Purpose pounding in my brain.
Desperation, devotion, desire.
Overcome with Holy fire.
Lord, take me, make me, mold me.
Consume me with you love.
Fill me up in every part,
Like I am but a glove.
Raise me up on eagles wings,
So I may soar with you.
Strengthen me for what's ahead,
So always I'll be true.
I belt your truth about my waist,
Wear righteousness upon my breast.
I place salvation on my brow,
Shod my feet up like the rest.
My faith in you, is as a shield,
As I draw this Holy sword.
Your Spirit flows within the blade,
For I am your soldier Lord.
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