Consumed but Unscathed

I feel Your fire consuming me from within.
My soul bathes in the flames of Your Spirit.
Cleansing me, purging me, releasing me from iniquity.
The sensational burning, the overwhelming intensity.
Your bleeding sacrifice set ablaze as if called down by the prophet Elijah.
Scorched for my shame, that the same flame would transport me to the heavenlies.
Engulfed by embers of holiness, forged as a blade tempered in hot coals.
Touched by the same hot coal used to sanctify the mouth of Isaiah.
Shining red steel, glowing from Your luminescent Presence like Moses at Sinai.
You ignite in me wildfires of compassion, You spark in me bonfires of zeal.
I am baptized as the three Hebrew boys in the Assyrian furnace. 
But I am as they were-- as the burning bush was--consumed but unscathed.