Jonah 3: 9 Who can tell if God will turn and repent, and
turn away from his fierce anger, that we perish not?
Feed the Fire
Feed the fire fan the flame
All you hold is your own shame
Your arms are crossed without fear
Stand to lose all you hold dear.
Feed the fire fan the flame
Hold no truth to all you claim.
Sitting proud you rule the land
Emptiness is in your hand.
Feed the fire fan the flame
You’re the winner of the game
Silence is golden or so the say
But peace is not with you in the day
You feed the fire fan the flame
Stories are yours so you claim.
My life is spent praying for you
To see the harm in all that you do.
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