I am not afraid to give grace
I may not love some doubtful days
More will I charge the nerve forth
Some I will fall
Like the blazing sun emerges
The scorns,the heat is all red
I may not die today
I can feel my tingling grace
Its supreme to furthest league
I can feel
It dislodges a lazy mind
To the hard work mind,its fine
Its a hard stone to a very bright light
Its the fire in a strong man's eyes
For this fire is the best
It fuels the saviors work rate
It shows delight from God's face
Fire too is good
That fire in your life is true.

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Hardwork is like fire.It's good.