glories from imperfect perfection by Evan Konopka

I've been tried
By fire
I've been tried
By fire

Flames burn hot
When my heart grows cold
It's the flame of The Lord
Burning things of old
Rather burn now
Than thirty thousand feet below

I've been tried
By fire
I've been tried
By fire

Sufferings of this current time
Do not equate with divine
Glories I'll receive when I am
Seated at the feet of my
King, King
My King, King

Flames burn hot
When my heart grows cold
It's the flame of The Lord
Burning things of old
Rather burn now
Than thirty thousand feet below

I've been tried
By fire
By fire