The Burn

The Burn

A burning bush
Unlatch my shoes
Inside the flame
I see right through

I stutter... fall
I am a lamb
Just burn me up
Just as i am

The smoke, no smoke
The burning tree
I lay prostrate
You cover me.

Just throw me in
with all my sin
Just start again
I fail, you win.

The heart beats ping
No ringtone here
Rhymes with the wind
The chimes so clear.

Instead of death
God calls my name.
Moses, top choice
A killer claim...

God chose the heart
He saw right through
A murderer
Can be used to...

I cant.. my voice..
I stutter.. shame..
You are my choice..
Just trust my name..

Up off the ground
The fire hot
Picked myself up
And claimed my lot...

From Slavery...
that burning tree...
and just like that
a slave set free...

The burn, a burn
A heart of shame
What numbs the ache?
But, just His name..