Burning Cello

It's Morning, Jesus

There was a burning yesterday.

You burned in the music

You burned in the quiet

You burned in the text

You burned in the heart

You burned in the singing

You burned in the prayer

You burned in the insight

You burned in the confession

You burned in the sorrow

You burned in the smile

How hot, Lord Jesus, is your burning

How deep is your touch.

Did not our hearts burn within us on Sunday?

Amen