Purpose

I felt the heat,
And fanned the flame;
My burning mind
Coursed with pain.

I courted mischief,
And drank the fiery rain:
My heinous heart
Angered with Cain.

Overwhelmed, I fell:
Could not rise without aid.
He, then I made the choice,
And the Lord saved.

Now I feel the heat,
And fan the flame.
My renewed mind
Stays the pain.

I fight the thief.
And my flesh: tame.
Now, my heart burns
For His Holy Name.

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