The Burning Pit
The night I used my burning pit, everything was beautiful.
Something new is on the way, and I’m ready for it.
So, I burned that witch into charcoal, then I walked away.
I walked away, and the burning pit was there.
So I ran away, and the burning pit was still there.
I drove away, but came to the pit once more.
So I fed my burning pit with eulogies of grace,
Singing “I love you! I love you! I love you!” from some old song.
And my face felt the seduction of the fire.
It whispered “Burn, burn, burn!” like foreplay.
The ash fell through my fingers.
My life makes way for something new.
God speaks, and this is how I worship.
Sing a new song and be ready for something new.
This is the love that burns, burns, burns.
And these are the ashes from which it grows.