This morning when I woke up, yesterday was gone,
So I clear the ashes from the altar and put my fresh priestly garments on.
The fire must be kept burning, it can never go out out.
So I ask The Lord to search my heart, and lay my burdens down
Without a sacrifice, an altar has no flame.
Without a fire, the altar is in vain.
So I pick my cross up daily, for Jesus I will yearn.
Crucify my fleshly desires, I’ve got to let them burn.
My Leviticus 6:13, in case you were wondering why I chose that verse.