White Fire on black wax

Our God is a consuming fire.--HEBREWS xii. 29

White fire on black wax
Why does it have to be this way?
It burns, it burns, my ashen world
Oh my Lord, my God, how do I pray?
Knowing I cannot ask for fruition
Nor for gnawing embers to away
You brought me here, You prepared me for this
my vain heart asks to curse the day
But You forbid, oh my Deliverer, my Lord
Were that Deliverance could come as ray
Less piercing, less white, less fierce, less hot
And sin and hell be kept at bay
By Divine Mercy less merciless
Oh, could I never know Thy way
Except that I die, every hour, every hour
In torment of hope
      and despair
            and delay

Hold me, my Lord, bid mine eyes see
Your Hardness that surpass the softness of men
Assure me of Home, past valleys of death
The Heaven for which Your work doth begin
Teach me Lord, Love, that shines and not stains
That glows from no fuel save your Holy rain
That springs from my nothing, yet flows with Your waters
To redeem me for You
     and
          maybe
               her, again
           
"You give and take away, my heart will choose to say, Lord, Blessed be your Name"