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| The fire is glowing orange and blue Upon a bed of embers red. It warms the body through and through Until at last it is quite dead. The flames in supplication rise To meet the master in the skies. They may be asking for a king In hope he hither peace might bring. They may be cleansing souls from sin Or giving praise to God above. They sizzle with a cracking din, Secure in comfort from His love. | ||
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