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TITLE: Fire in the Wintertime
By Drew Scot
03/29/05
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These are the lyrics to a song, so I want to make sure it flows well and its message is clear.
Well it’s Sunday once again, and I am wonderin’ what to feel,
I am reaching for my coffee cup, and I lift the window sill,
Now I’m staring at a neighborhood that lives life day to day,
Without knowing what it’s like to love Your name.

It’s not that they are living knowing that they are deceived,
They’re just wanderers without a cause, I want them to believe,
And I fool myself in saying that I’m different than the rest,
But so often I am prone to fail the test.

Now I’m putting on my Sunday best and walking out the door,
I am not any more ready than when my feet first hit the floor,
And sometimes I just feel helpless, God, I want to be a light,
But sometimes my own direction isn’t right.

I am hungry, do you have the Bread of Life,
I am thirsty, do you have the Words of Life,
I am needy, can you give me what I need,
I am, I AM.

So I’m walking down the sidewalk just to get into my car,
When I see the next-door neighbor, and I don’t get very far,
She’s a widow and her back is bent from years of work alone,
But I’m late for Church and, Lord I’ve got to run.

As I’m backing down the driveway, now the thought occurs to me,
That I’ve been much too busy to be what I’m supposed to be,
So I ask if there’s a way that I can help her out today,
And she looked at me as if to say.

I am hungry, do you have the Bread of Life,
I am thirsty, do you know the Words of Life,
I am needy, can you give me what I need,
I am, I AM.

When you see me, do you see me with your heart,
When you hear me, does my need tear you apart,
What’s your mission, can you meet me where I am?
I am, I AM.

I could swear I’d heard that voice so many times before.
When I bowed my knees in prayer, and I met You on the floor,
In the quiet way You spoke to me upon a gentle breeze,
And said “What you have done unto the least of these!”

And like a fire in the wintertime, You warm me to the core,
Like a sunset on the ocean, You always leave me wanting more.
When I cry myself to sleep, still You wake me with your love,
And you fill my heart with hope from up above.
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