Hymn

I feel it in my heart
This time it’s come to stay
I feel fire at it’s root
Crushed by his thumbs
Vanished in his whorl
The ropes I held onto turned to sand

My life marooned
On trivial pursuits
If I give this up will I be saved?
Will my life be spared?
What will take its place?
What will take its place?
What will take its place?