Can I face what I claim to believe?
To rekindle the flame to believe?
The sin in my voice, my thoughts, my life,
Will overwhelm my pain to believe.
With red hot rods, sinners sear brands in my flesh.
They think I should be ashamed to believe.
Does God weep for me while on this fiery bed?
Where I will wail, be maimed, and believe.
Ashes paint my back on the ridges of scars.
Engulfed in hellish red, I still exclaim “I believe.”
God looks beyond my torment and gives
Forgiveness that I aim to believe.
In His eyes, I hold Faith in my heart.
And I choose my own name to believe.