[1]
Don't let my love grow cold,
I'm calling out,
light the fire again.
Don't let my vision die,
I'm calling out,
light the fire again.
[2]
You know my heart, my deeds,
I'm calling out,
light the fire again.
I need Your discipline,
I'm calling out,
light the fire again.
[3]
I am here to buy gold,
refined in the fire;
naked and poor,
wretched and blind, I come.
Clothe me in white,
so I won't be ashamed:
Lord, light the fire again. |
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