The fire started as a lighted match,
Wet leaves ignited the smoke.
I cursed hurricanes to build the clouds,
A tax-collector wringing the neck of Christ.

Wet leaves ignited the smoke
And the smoke forfeited its heat to the flame.
I am the tax-collector wringing the neck of Christ
Asking for forgiveness with a few sticks of repentance.

My smoke forfeited its heart to the Flame -
blinded eyes were tired of stinging,
So I asked for my forgiveness with a few sticks...
Hoping You’d provide the log.

My blinded eyes were tired of stinging
So I turned away from the growing Flame.
I hoped You’d provide the log,
But it seems when I stop looking, the Fire fades.

I turned away from the glowing Flame,
But the shivering froze my defrosting soul.
It seems the Fire faded when I stopped looking
So I faced the Flame, broken glass in my eyes.

The shivering froze my defrosting soul
In a way I’ll never forget.
So I faced the Flame with broken glass in my eyes
You pulled it out and wiped away the grime.

I hope I’ll never forget.
I cursed hurricanes to build the clouds.
You pull them out and wipe away the grime 
From the Fire started as a lighted match.