How far are you willing to go?
The devotion of a moth has challenged lovers for an eternity
The mad amongst us rise to the occasion.
They burn for Him.
For centuries, the lovers have jumped into the flame only to find it cool and tranquil like our forefather Abraham peace be upon him. They were not about to be outdone by a moth.
There’s times…when He listens more.
It’s that time,
I hear Your call,
I know You hear mine.
Are you prepared for Him?
I have incense burning,
My soul is yearning,
It’s just You and I
Is that what you really want?
Do you burn with a fiery disquiet,
Unable to contain yourself from expressing your madness,
Because the fever is a burning,
It’s churning in the pot of your sternum,
Smoke asphyxiating your breathing,
Or are you faking?