Breathing Fire

Breathing fire
While the rain falls down
Breathing fire
Against the ghosts in town
Breathing fire
On this sacred ground
Breathing fire
Against the roaring sound
Breathing. Living. Breathing. Fire.
Light up the Night!

Lukewarm I must never be.
Hollow once more I must never be.
Lost soul I must never be.
Monster once more I must never be.

Breathing fire
Light exposing all
Breathing fire
Shadows doomed to fall
Breathing fire
Light all souls awake
Breathing fire
Hear the mountains quake
Breathing. Living. Breathing. Fire.
Light up the Night!

Traitor I must never be.
Villain once more I must never be.
Convict I must never be.
Lowlife once more I must never be.

So I cry to the Eternal One,
I hand over all that I am to the Maker.
And He puts me in the refining Fire,
Consumes me with His Spirit.
The darkness within me screams in pain,
Till only He remains.
I blossom, I grow.
The beauty is His, the fire is His.
Let it burn, and never die.

Breathing fire
Sing to His glory
Breathing fire
Burn with His story
Breathing fire
Sing now He arose
Breathing fire
Perfect Son He chose
Breathing. Living. Breathing. Fire.
Light up the Night!

Breathing. Living. Breathing. Fire.
Let it burn, and never die.

Compassion

     I have a "compassionate heart." I don't like to see anyone hurt. I would rather take the pain than see someone in that pain.
     I have a "giving heart." I live to serve. Nothing (on this earth anyway) satisfies me more than to see everyone around me well cared for, protected, content, and enjoying life.
     But we live on a planet that is full of evil, darkness, and cruelty.
     Which is against what I am.
     Now, I have several reactions -
     1: I could spend my days striving to protect - to develop skills of offensive tactics that would cause harm to those who would harm others. That is not who I am. Yes, I say it is good to be able to defend yourself and others, wonderful even. But I even have difficulty hurting people who would kill me. Why? Because I even care about my enemies.
     2: I could spend my days training myself not to care so much. Because what is the point? I'm just going to watch everyone suffer because I trusted my enemy? No. I said nothing of that. I still don't trust them. I don't trust easily. Rather, I "turn the other cheek." I give, I help, I serve. But I have been damaged, attacked, betrayed. The easy road would be to simply turn it off and become cruel myself. That is not who I am. It cuts me to pieces even when I accidentally say or do something that hurts someone. I tried shutting out my conscience. It made me spiritually, and therefore physically, sick. It was not the best of times.
     3: I could spend my days holding my hand out to everyone - in a sign of peace, healing, and servitude. Compassion. Regardless of the obstacles. Regardless of the evils in this world. The love of God. I give, because I have. It seems not much, but it is everything. Because God, the Infinite, the Omnipresent, the Lover of Souls, gave His life for all. I have received, so I give. That is who I am.