Here it is another Monday morning.
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My life is nothing but empty wall.
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Used to be it was covered with idols.
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Now there is nothing there at all.
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My friends think I’m deep in a state of confusion.
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But I’m no victim of circumstance.
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I have been given a clarity of focus.
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Where there is nothing left to chance.
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I never made a stand before,
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rejection is the price believers pay.
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If my friends turn their back on me,
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I didn’t need them anyway.
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Chorus
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It’s a spiritual fire.
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And it’s burning in me.
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It’s a spiritual fire.
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And it’s burning in me.
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It’s a spiritual fire.
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And it’s burning in me.
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It’s a spiritual fire.
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And it’s burning in me.
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I swept away the mud of sinful footsteps.
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Erased the wrong from the corners there.
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Let my Lord perform a spiritual cleansing.
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‘til the place was completely bare.
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Then He stuffed in His mercy
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and filled all the cupboards.
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arrayed His grace all along the shelf.
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I see his work with a sense of joy and wonder.
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He loves me better, than I love myself.
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I know it’s going to take some time
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but I’m sure I will see heaven.
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Because He promised He would stay,
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and if my friends don’t understand I didn’t need them anyway.
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Spiritual Fire
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| Ajalon |
