I saw a figure walking toward me
Wreathed in colorful perfume
Her eyes were lit with shifting flame
That cured my illest, darkest gloom.
I perceived a future passed
Which featured me most prominent;
My worth was not a shifting dance
And I freely sang Your song again.
The woman wreathed in scents was I,
As should be in another time.
Lit instead from deep within,
Her flames not earthly but Divine.
She laughed as freely as I sigh,
And firelight flickered from her eyes.
From deep within I felt a cry;
Longing for the me which died.
So came I to a place of smoke;
And took a knee to search about,
For someone who would hear my cause.
To my side there came a presence
Overwhelming, warm as love itself
I wept for perfection which instead
Of condemnation longed to help.
So returned I to a future renewed
The true path was re-affirmed
I sought out He who breathes the stars
Who heals with Fire our earthly burns.
By grace I became the lady in color
Whose confidence did abound;
Wreathed in the love of my beautiful savior,
My drifting soul had been found.