to feel the pain but still believe
to know your chains and still be free
to die to self but still survive
to cry with those who've lost their fight
to stand alone, if that's the cost
to walk your road, to bear your cross'.

O'make me your fuel
O'Flame of God' make me your fuel

to have my sins washed away
to have my doubts, but have your grace
from subtle love of softening things,