We lay our questions on this fire.
We build a pile of smoldering prayers.
They turn into sweet smelling smoke.
Their memory stays in our clothes
Long after the flame of the Amen has died.

Words and music by Bret Hesla.
© 2008 Bret Hesla. All rights reserved. Use with permission, please.
Licensed via OneLicense.net. Contact: Bret.hesla@gmail.com.