Beautiful Fire

Where is beauty in fire?
Where is beauty in destruction?
Where is beauty in all of life's dissipation?

Is it the peace it offers?
Is it the rest after pain?
Is it the light that it produces in times that we burn?

Right now it remains a question.

I know that ice cannot be compared to fire.
I know that ice cannot be better than inferno.
I know that, somewhere along the lines, ice cannot be the right choice.

Refined

As I reach you
And as I get near
I lose more and more of me
Til I've nothing left

You are a flame
And Your fire's ablaze
And if I'd get near
I've no choice but burn

Burn me, burn it all away
Form me, til I am as glass
And radiate Your light through me
By Your fire I am refined

You have burned all
Leaving no trace of me
You have consumed me
Til I've nothing left

I was covered with thorns
And it concealed the stone
I'd either escape the burn
But I'd rather turn to gold