I am burning and will not stop
by You Have My Word
I am wild fire. I burn through cities that have never seen light. I burn through hearts that have never known warmth or hurt. I won’t apologise. I won’t look back. I won’t cower. I won’t ask for pardon. I won’t stop.
I burn, forging my own way – my own form in this fire. I strike while it’s hot. I will brand my own name shaping blades from the furnace. Scathing. Sure. Smooth. Silent. I won’t make a scene. There won’t be a sound when metal collides with bone.
Here lies the sword and hurt in the fire of burning scripture. I am a pilgrim rewriting my gospel.