Sometimes I need a burning bush,
A sacred nudge, a holy push
To move me past my own desires
And towards God's holy, cleansing fire
Where I lay my soul
Complete, entire,
Upon God's perfect funeral pyre
And as he burns away the dross
I lose the things that are not loss
My worries, heartaches, doubt, and fears
The pain and sorrow from the years
When I let sin control my life
And all was ruled by chaos, strife
And as these things are stripped away
Then slowly I can see the way
I'm changed a little every day
I am becoming more myself
Unique and loved, like no one else