She screamed her lover's name
begging Him to set her free,
Oh and Jesus took her home when He heard her call.
Smoke and fire
and ash and tears they disappeared for Joan.
The fire raged to find another living home.
It found it's home inside of me
Oh but the flames have learned to not be seen
And I call His name to rescue me
but
He
doesn't hear me.
What if I 'd had a vision
Led an army off to war
Would you list to my cries then
Would you settle up the score?
See I'm just woman
Nothing beautiful to see
Jesus tell me what the difference is
between Joan of Arc
and
me.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
No music fills my tortured soul
As fire makes his move.
He wraps me in his pain embrace
and I, I cannot move.
The dance is never ending
Twisting, turning,dizzying now.
I hate my flaming torturous partner
I've tried to leave but don't know how.
Through days and nights the dance goes on
Until he steps away.
Not far enough for me not to burn
Much to close to stay.
And in the end we'll dance this dance
as he consumes my body and soul
All I can say is that I tried,
And death
finally
gave me control.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC