There Is A Passion Burning Within Me Poem by Prada Push

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.