There is a Passion Burning within me

There is a passion burning within me

A spring of thirst, desire unquenchable.

Craving hard to taste the brook of devotion.

Solitude will not empty my mind.

Meditation is a waste of time.

A spring as sprang up from depth unknown,

the birth of a burning passion within me

I thirst, I thirst.

 

There is a passion burning within me

Against my flesh and mundane desire

I shall not bow to what weaken my inner man

Come what may. To the dripping blood

Of Calvary I’ll crawl still my Saviour bid

me to stand up.