FIRE IN THE HOUSE
By Linda Nixon Copyright
Covet house on fire!
Bellowing out invisible smoke.
I shout, "Fire! Fire!" its no joke!
I tried to warn them all,
they shout out that I'm a liar.
Fire! Fire! House on fire!
Fire! Fire! Still following you're own desires.
I pass them as I ran up the ancient wooden stairs.
The boards are getting extremely hot.
Yet they sit on the steps and laugh a lot.
Don't they sense the real danger?
Can't they hear the alarms going off,
don't they see the signs.
They ran the drill years before,
in school they followed the teacher to the door.
Why can't they remember the agenda anymore!
"Fire! Fire in the house!"
Don't they remember what it's all about.
It's spreading as the fire marshal warned it would.
Can't they see it's their lives He wants to lead.
Can't they hear Him on the other side of the door,
as He gently pleads.
He sent me back in,
to help rescue them from the pending dread.
"Follow His voice to safety,"was the message I said.
Fire! Fire! in the house.
Why wouldn't they come out!
In the bedroom, the outlets are turning red.
There's a smell of burned energy everywhere.
Some seem to be getting scared.
Perhaps it's not to late.
Perhaps they are becoming aware.
Fire! Fire! burning in the walls.
Can't hide the truth forever from then all.
Fire! Fire! in the house!
Hear the screams of those who refused to believe.
Of those who resisted to leave.
Who... like Lot's wife, didn't want to flee.
Though they had eyes, they refused to see.
Now it will be as if they had never been.
Fire! Fire! destroyed their cherished house.
Fire! Fire! the final wages of sin.
Life! life! follow Jesus and win!
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