He calls me out by my name.
There is no light.
He tells me to quietly wait as He takes on my fight.
I'm caught in the mist of the Holy Spirit Flame.
I'm lying still as He refines me, beneath the heat of the Holy Spirit flame.
He's sharpening edges, I can't explain.
I don't complain.
I know He's preparing me for something greater, I can't explain.
He covers me completely with the heat of the Holy Spirit Flame.
When I arise, I rise with a designed brain.
I wake up sharper, and quicker with the word of God ingrained.
To be sent out into the world for God's gain.