It was the Lord's will and DESIRE
that through his son's death
My soul he would AQUIRE
I was dead, blind, deaf
Yet his spirit in me INSPIRE
to quicken such wretched corpse
fill me with HIS consuming FIRE
I have been chosen,
but i am not frozen
I have been predestined,
to be incandescent
So that you may INQUIRE
My, what occured?,
My, what transpired
that a frozen heart
would burst AFIRE
Perhaps you may want it
perhaps you may DESIRE
to be filled, to be indwelt
with his consuming FIRE
Now you must realize
God's holy justice
what it would REQUIRE
To apeace the wrath
of a consuming FIRE
What must take place
that it must transpire
a transaction of your heart of stone
exchanged for a heart of flesh
Then God would inspire you the breath of life.
It is not easy and you must trust
for God to break softly that unruly stony crust
Do you not desire?
Oh poor wretched sinner
To sing in the his holy choir?
to praise his holy name
behold his glory and him admire?
Belive then in the God who turns cold hearts
Into live coals in flames, incandescent fire.
