Like a candle burning wildly
Raging soft against the night
Spark that leaps to clear the shadows
Sending warm, disturbing light
We are called to live the passion
Hope stands strong against all pain
for it’s only in the burning
that the candle shows its flame

Like a river running freely
Rapids swirl beside our feet
Swiftly flowing from the high land
Comes to rest, still waters meet
All our journeys rising, falling
Taking turns we least expect
When the Spirit churns within us
Know God’s power through the test

Like an angel walking lightly
On this fragile earth of clay
Touching folk with raw compassion
Laughing, playing on the way
Freely living every moment
In the mystery of grace
Giving, dying, living, rising
See the beauty of God’s face

See the hope that burns in darkness
Show compassion, strong and kind
Bind the hurt and broken-hearted
Be God’s hands and voice and eyes
Sing a new song every sunrise
Climb to places out of reach
Walk in freedom of God’s Spirit
As we die, so we shall live

We are called to live the passion
Hope stands strong against all pain
for it’s only in the burning
that the candle shows its flame