Lustful flames roared with violent intensity
Devouring the essence of endlessness
Leading to that of restlessness
That is where I was found
Burnt in the rubble of a distant glaze
The remnants of this life left behind
In temptations curse blood had seeped
Burning flesh underneath the boards of desire
The emptiness that run valiantly
Within hope given among the hearts
Of a mortal man
That through the wreckage fell apart
With every gift of love’s divine presence
Among the rock of perseverance
Love itself long lost
To these flames
That sanctified the day
Giving away what all I had
The hopeful fate that redemption read
Aloud I knew that I was nothing
Yet then knowing I had nothing
I exceeded as if I had something
All feeling the perpetuities
Of death’s grim corpse
Uplifting your void and beauties
The greatness of blasphemy
Reigning down for insecurity
Gaining consciousness
I focused will
The prevail I sought the renown of grace
Helplessly I fought the flickering flames
For the baby’s voice was all I noticed
If saving the lives of countless millions
Didn’t matter to mine eyes
Then at least one small infant
Would have sought beyond my own
Realizing what respect I had
Nothing but this child’s life
To lay down the standards of glory
Sang the angels and messengers
The passionate fate that I endured
At least I knew that corruption was no longer
The problem I came across
If death had wanted to tear away at my flesh again
I’d do it for the child to live
For all my life of pain and disdain
Fractures notion that flew by
I buried thoughts that I must have
Found in the fathoms
Courage that can satisfy the thousands
This little child would one day see
The fight I made for him to breathe
His only chance
Was mine to bare
The new romance
I dare to give away this life
Whether my death was what he deserved
I’d die again because he was worth
The countless millions on this Earth
He was precious
Kind and gentle
I only knew how to set apart the past
From future fastened
Everything I had to surrender
Was containing the last hope I had
Within sweaty hands
Smoke-filled lungs
And deaths embrace
If angels had any idea
Of the sacrifice that I had made
They would cry their tears
And live with pain inside their
God-given hearts
For this little child
Born of father that
Died last seeing
His own child
My son he was
The one taken out of my hands