When the flames rise up around me,
Searing me with great fear,I lift my voice up to heaven
In faith that You will hear.
Since You promised crowns of beauty
For the ashes I have here,
I know that, when flames rise higher,
There are blessings drawing near.
Isaiah 61:3
… to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit
of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor.
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