Christ’s heart of passion flamed upon the Cross:
His tortured tongue licked death for ev’ry man.
It was no gambling game of pitch and toss
But task precise, in line with Heaven’s plan.
He took on flesh so He could take on sin
And nail a dying race upon the Tree.
New fruit of resurrected life within
Would now become believer’s destiny.
From empty tomb, He tarried forty days,
Instructing followers to pray and wait
The coming of another Flame to blaze
The Gospel trail, our world to liberate.
As prayer went up in praise without constraints,
With torch-like tongues, His Spirit fell on saints.