I want you, Christ, in me to raise anew
I do not want the holy God to spurn,
I want to be on fire with love for you,
But, Lord, I do not want my heart to burn!
Since servants are no better than their guide,
Young Stephen died upon a cross, like Christ.
For "greater things" does greater deaths imply,
Thus Christians do; thus, too, they sacrafice.
As Stephen did not only die of piercing nail
But burning flame that licked his flesh to coal,
So let me be a martyr, drawn and pale,
But caught with fire that rather kills the soul.
The burning bush was burned and not consumed
So let me burn and live, in You exhumed.
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