at times it burns...

at times it burns...
this passion for You
the freshness
of Your voice
the excitement
the draw
of Your call
and vision
all that You are
all this life is meant to be
the hope You've called me to
at times it burns within
a fire
that can't be held back

but there are other times
where only memories remain
faint
distant
and doubts
that there ever was a call
the smoldering remains
smoke
ashes
tears
only memories
and yearning
for the fire