When from our parents we are parted we realize that we all must learn.
Skills to weave and sew up clothes to helping people with their woes
Skills to teach marching in rows, all for money we may earn.
All so the gears that comprise the world may turn.
Work’s fire is lit, just let it burn.
Then comes God, our Savior, Lord, who found us lying on the floor
And offered to give us so much more; life for Him is what we yearn.
He guides our steps and heals our pains and never views us with disdain
And through it all He will remain, guiding our ship through seas that churn
If only our sins we’d gladly spurn.
God’s fire is lit, so let it burn.
Then one day you see her walking, smiling, with her friends she’s talking
And you just stand there simply gawking, wishing that she’d soon return.
The rest of the day she’s on your mind, and the more you think, the more you find
That loving her might be a bind, but that is none of your concern.
On the ship of love, you man the stern.
Love’s fire is let, enjoy its burn.
But then some people have the knack to take a knife and with a whack,
Drive it deep into your back; he won’t acknowledge, his face is stern.
When it happens you wonder why you have to live under the lie
To ever venture a single try to change the lot that’s yours to earn.
But thus is life, and the pages turn.
Fury’s fire is lit, would you let it burn?
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