Ashes - My Epic

He saw it burn but not away

He saw no ash but felt the heat on his face

If there was ever any hope we could stand on our own

It was crushed by what he saw on that mountain

The glory of the latter house is much greater than the former one

And it was never in the structure but the Builder himself

And nothing will remain forever if it’s not made new again

I remember that not every rain stops falling down when the earth is nourished

I can see now that not every flame is kept steady burning til the wood is ash

I’m not going to make it if you don’t remake me

No I won’t ever make it unless you remake me

I’ll carry grace like a flame

Only you can refine, perfect, perfect

Find me in the things to stay

Burn us bright but not away, bright but not away

I’ll carry grace like a flame

Only you can refine, perfect, perfect

Strip away all that remains

Burn us bright but not away, bright but not away