A bush on fire, yet not consumed,
catches the eye of all in the room
Who can’t help but notice?
Who could ever miss
A heart that’s devoted
to one’s Lord like this?
A life on a pyre, a fiery plume,
whose only desire–his Lord’s renown.
And God speaks there within the flame
Sealing our stare, calling our name.
Revealing His plans,
Ennobling the worthless
so that they can stand.
And stand we where He takes His aim
to show His care and love and fame.