My flesh has been borrowed, my body's been used
My bones are all broken, my head has been bruised
My lamp is extinguished in a watery grave
But 'tho I am vanquished, I cry for the flame
Claim the sacrifice, O my God
I've spurned the commandment, I've lusted and whored
My eyes have beheld the forbidden and more
I've trusted in vapor, defiled Your Name
The drought in my soul needs a heavy rain
The altar is living, 12 stones with 12 names
The water is holy, it covers my shame
The off'ring is willing to enter the flame
So answer me Lord, turn my heart back again
My Spirit is on you, in you I delight
Your smoldering wick will soon blaze into light
'Tho bruised, you will heal My Body of pain
In truth I have called you, The Lord is My Name
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The fire of God is a heavenly tool
It blazes in water, it burns without fuel
The kindling's the Spirit in a heart that would turn
I know of this fire and I call it to earth
Give ear to the wind
Give ear to the rain
Our God is turning our hearts back again
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