His fire works. Burning down thick woods
His fire works, his fire walks, his fire…
One smoky head comes aft fire’s quenched.
Over darkness, whose spirit broods?
We pray Lord, may his fire get drenched
May his fire be baptized with fire
May Holy fire, water from high,
Rest upon him till he becomes,
Gentle like doves. Calm like deep sigh.
His fire explodes, spill round ground
Becoming seeds of peace, calmness,
Planted by riversides, when found.
Grow into trees of righteousness
Rebuild woods burnt down by his fire