Left in dismay because of this grand scheme. Who am I to be killed for? Who is He to die for me? I deserve nothing less than to rot. It was Him who bought my life yet it is Him whom I still deny. Long live that glorious King Who gave His Son that I may be spared from His wrath. It is by His justice that I should not be near but by His grace and love that I am now called son. Lord I want to know you. I long to know that glorious Heart. All I desire is Your saving presence. The depths of my heart strain and cry out for the time when I see my King face to face. My weak body groans for something more. It knows that this hole in my heart can only be filled by my Creator. Oh, my God. (I am the fire king)