I lit a fire of my own making, For all the world to see, I lit a fire of my own making, And an angel came to me.
How did you kindle this fire? My son, The angel of me asked. I said it was not such an easy job, Difficult was the task.
I ripped pages out of my lectern Bible, About Christís indwelling return, Then the flames really caught hold, Godís abiding pages quickly burn!
So what do you use to preach from? The angel asked incredulously. I preach from books written by man, About rapture and prosperity.
Preacher, the angel said, those doxies, Are full of greed and fear. Maybe so, I said. But wow! They really, Draw the kingdom near!
Which kingdom, asked the angel, Draws fear and greed nigh? I donít know, I replied, but it sure, Makes people really buy!
They buy into this bonfire here, Made with pages of the Bible. This fire we broadcast worldwide, We think it has no rival.
Just one, said the angel, Your rival is Godís truth. So much truth you burn, Itís God Spirit you forsooth.
But I said, Now angel, How dare you, To chasten me or rebuke? I rip Revelation Three: Nineteen out now, It burns brightest, look!
Your fire burns not for heavenís glory, But your own vanity, With each page of the Bible you burn, You burn your sanity.
Behold now, your ministry implode, In immorality and lust, Even as your bonfire grows higher, It cannot forever last.
Youíll run out of Bible pages to burn, And also out of time, Wise people will have enough of you, And your selfish kind.
Each day in hell you will regret, Each truth you burned, Youíll cry in darkness, When it was light, If only I had learned.
Sure enough, the angel left, And my fire went out. So I asked for a million dollars, From my donors devout.
So people, believe me or the angel, What have you got to lose? Look at me, I am worth a billion! Which now do you choose?
Isaiah 50:11 (Amplified) Behold, all you [enemies of your own selves] who attempt to kindle your own fires [and work out your own plans of salvation], who surround and gird yourselves with momentary sparks, darts, and firebrands that you set aflame!--walk by the light of your self-made fire and of the sparks that you have kindled [for yourself, if you will]! But this shall you have from My hand: you shall lie down in grief and in torment.