Dont let my love grow cold,

1
Dont let my love grow cold, Im calling out,
light the fire again. Dont let my vision
die, Im calling out, light the fire again.
2
You know my heart, my deeds, Im calling out,
light the fire again. I need your discipline, Im
calling out, light the fire again.
3
I am here to buy gold, refined in the
fire, naked and poor, wretched and blind I come,
4
Clothe me in white, so I wont be ashamed,
Lord, light the fire again.