Within my soul, a fire stirs awake,
To hate what’s evil, vile, and steeped in sin,
A spirit cleansed for Jesus’ holy sake,
Rejects the dark where shadows once begin.

No truce with wrong, no peace with wicked lies,
My mind, renewed, discerns the serpent’s call,
In Christ, I see through falsehood’s thin disguise,
And stand resolved to shun its bitter thrall.

This hatred burns, not born of fleshly spite,
But kindled by a love for what is just,
A life reborn beneath His sacred light,
Turns dust of sin to ashes, ash to dust.

So, evil flees where faith and grace abide,
My heart clings fast to good, my Savior’s side.

In Christ, a spirit wakes anew,
A mind transformed by grace divine,
Old chains dissolve, life blooms afresh,
His love, the root; my soul, the vine.

When man turns blind to heaven’s sacred light,
And casts aside the grace that once was giv’n,
The heart grows cold, entombed in endless night,
A soul adrift, unmoored from peace with heav’n.
The Son, who bore the cross with love divine,
Is spurned by pride, by greed, by fleeting gain,
Yet still His mercy flows, a boundless sign,
Though mortals mock and tread upon His pain.
The world decays where faith has ceased to bloom,
Its roots uptorn by hands that once were blessed,
And shadows deepen in the spirit’s gloom,
A hollow echo of what man professed.
Yet should he seek, the Father’s arms abide,
For love outlasts the folly of man’s pride.