Blazing like the love of a mother
That nothing can quench
Not even the the sin of a child
Not even the anger of a mother
Not even the opinion of the world
It keeps blazing
Yet the grass was not burning.
Oh! What a mystery?
Was it really mysterious?
Yes, it was.
Just as the love of a mother can not be quench
Because it's a fire that calls for attention
And it won’t quench.
It calls for the return of lost souls
Attention of generations
Generations lost in their immoralities
Generations lost in hopelessness
Generations lost in depression.
This fire calls the attention
Of the generations to burn for God
Generations that burn
And ignite others with their fire.
This fire is a consuming fire
That doesn’t consume it's carrier
It burns like the burning bush
That was not consume
It draws attention not consume
Just like it draws the attention of Moses.
It gives power to it carrier
Power that makes them untouchable
Just like Moses was untouchable for Pharaoh.
This fire is Jesus
Who causes the bush to burn
Yet not consumed
Fire that calls the attention of men to himself.
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