Dancing On Flames Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

I can feel my feet hotly burning,
For I have danced upon the flames.
For the life I lived was hot and cold,
And I am the only one to blame.

When you're called to serve a Master
And you run away to hide,
There won't be crowns awaiting
When you reach the other side.

My toes are like red hot embers.
And the nails have burned clean off.
Is this the way I want to treat
The Man from that old cross?

My sins are all forgiven,
But that is no ticket to sin.
I should have lived a changed life,
The moment that He came in.

Don't shed any tears for my burning feet.
My whole body should be there too.
I want to change how I'm living.
My friend now how about you?

Based on 1st Corinthians 3: 15
King James version