Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
From the fire, you were born,
The heat comforts you as you bask in the warm,
Your parents teach you much, and much they warn,
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
A strange urgence and once you ignore,
For learning is to be done and
understanding to bore,
Independence is a light on a city, and
you soon ignore,
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
You are largely alone, you feel a
sliver of warm abating,
You think it not harsh and keep on
changing,
A girl soon finds your eyes and a
coldness is weighting,
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
This girl stoke your fire and feed your
flame,
This cold you felt of loss and fear,
she will make lame.
Yes, a romance is what is missing in
your game!
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
Her sex is amazing, but a coldness
creeps in,
you're hearing a howling against the
bedsprings' din,
you look up and see the frost spin...
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
Indeed, her body wafts less of that
glorious heat,
With each kiss, her magic continues to
wean...
This girl is not sating you, a chill
comes to scream.
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
Another will fill it, how about ten on
a screen?
But being alone lets the chill surge
into your stream!
You find another girl, but she is not
keen to the screen -
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
You seek another body to keep you warm
at night,
But the perversion makes you afraid to
let intimacy be nigh -
For what if you want your girl to be
another actress to porn's blight?
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
You shiver every day, but hold fast
alone -
This burden is for you to carry and
atone,
Will God forgive if you celibize to
your grave?
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
You know a woman will not warm you, but
the frost bites,
Your soul shrivels as you find
hopelessness in its might,
You think of your legacy, and how it
will be thrown from light;
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
You recall your parents' urgence, and
understand the message:
You thought not of your soul until the
cold set a shiverage.
You are held back from your purpose and
design by a grip:
Lust.
Think nothing but the shivering of your soul against the
cold.
You will find a warmth in the hope of the Eternal Fire Bold.
I find victory in a fire that will engulf this little world;
I find freedom in a Savior that proclaims hope into my hold.
I find Him in the intervention of His placing men into my
mold.
I find a community of support to tackle the hell of sin on
Earth.
I find peace, love, understanding, breakthrough... and
worth.
