watch the spectre as it dances about
swirling and twirling its astral ruote
ashes and flame,feathers and fire
reaching from furnace to heaven's spire
is this the way i am to go
falling into the heat however will i know
has He brought me here only to say
let the flame of heaven eat you away
where is your faith, oh little one
cries the voice from above
is there no other voice
but my love?
the kings and the eyes
upon my back sear
they expect me to die
or they expect me to kneel
what will it be, their silent voice speaks
fall into the fire, or fall to your feet
my God, ruler of the skies and the doves
He who made the sun shine on this darkened earth
if You have brought so far to this land
then now i will trust the touch of Your hand
i fall into the fire, into the embers burning deep
no tear shall i strangle no voice shall i weep
i feel not the ashes as they swirl in their dust
nor the fear on their faces as they fail to stand fast
He came as a lion, an angel
a dove
And with His mighty hand
i glimpsed the Above

imagine being thrust into a babylonian king's court, being made to bow before his self-absorbed image and then thrown into a furnace because you believed in something he didn't.