Bring The Fire

Bring the Fire

By I.M. Ulysses

 

Bring the fire

Oh Lord On high

May it cleanse

This world at nigh

 

Let it burn

The hearts of those

Who take the lives

Of broken souls

 

Turn the sky

Red with blood

That all the evil

May be undone

 

Unleash your fury

Upon those men

Who for lucre

Sweet lives do end

 

Rend your justice

For those now lost

Balance the scales

Make good the cost

 

Show them no mercy

Who cause such pain

Who loot and spoil

The weak and lame

 

Thy Wrath and Vengeance

May this day come

And to a worse fate

Let them all succumb

 

Then please remember

My oldest friend

Who mourns her son

Help her heart mend

 

Uplift and protect

Her broken family

As they mourn their child

Who now rests in thee

 

Make still the land

Speed Lord the day

When death itself

Will cease its sway

 

Awake the dawn

Shout it is done

Push way the stone

Love's victory won

 

This we await

As did Christ's mother

Who wept at the cross

On a day like no other

 

Mourning has come

For now and a while

But then it will pass

And with it this trial

 

Then hearts will sing

As they did before

When they’re reunited

Together once more

 

That day is coming

For those now crying

Who love and miss you,

Their son, and brother, Ryan.

For Ryan Nayler,

On behalf of his mother, Christine, his father, Tom, and his many friends and family.

R.I.P.