Holy Fire

(Kristina)

Raising your chin now

You look down from the perch

That you've made

Your worth is fake

With every breath that you take now

Is this your fate?

You think that you have, a spotless robe

But all I see is a future alone

Deaf to the call, and blind to the real view

Publicans and harlots, will enter before you

There's a splinter in my eye

And a log in yours

You think that you are righteous

But your judgment is torn

Come feel the holy fire

The crucible is for silver

And the furnace is for gold

Perfection isn't possible

That's how you know you've sold your soul

There's a splinter in my eye

And a log in yours

You think that you are righteous

But your judgment is torn

You're nothing but a hypocrite

Covered in sin too deep

You think that you are righteous

But your judgment is torn

Come feel the holy fire

Come feel the holy fire

Purify

Come feel the holy fire