Far, far from the fold;
heart, callous and cold.
A tale too often told,
a love for God grown cold.
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Father, fan the flame.
Renew me once again.
Remove my guilt and shame;
as I call upon your Name.
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Re-ignite the fire within.
Take away my loathsome sin.
Father God, I know you can,
revive my heart, once again.
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“A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out …” Isaiah 42:3
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