Burnt by fiery furnaces
Burnt beyond repairs
Burnt beyond recognition
Burnt beyond redemption
All these according to enemies
Burnt to ashes
But I rise from the ashes.
Left for dead
Utterly destroyed
Totally devastated
Condemned and damned
Having been declared dead and buried
Burnt to ashes
I rise from the ashes.
It's not over until God says so
My God is the source of life
He is a God of resurrection
He brings what is dead back to life
He raised Lazarus
He delivered Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
He is a God of impossibilities
So although I have been burnt to ashes
I am rising from the ashes.
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