The holy fires burn acid, ice and cold

The alchemist can turn base  metal  gold
The symbol of salvation caught in words,
The holy fires burn acid, ice and cold

We need an aid in  holding firm our souls
Until the  still, small  voice  speaks and is heard
The alchemist can turn base  metal  gold

There is another kind of fire, I have been told
Based on rage and anger and hot words
The holy fires burn acid, ice and cold

Yet as we see our own misdeeds unfold
We see more gently, envy is less stirred
The alchemist can turn base  metal  gold

Noone’s without sin when souls are bared
I and You can bring forth that Love Third
The holy fires burn acid, ice and cold

Can we look on God, what human dares?
Yet  our ordeal by fire is what we share.
The alchemist can turn base  metal  gold
The holy fires burn acid, ice and cold