A fire not of wrath, but of glory—soft, holy, and eternal. Step into the Easter flame.
He is risen—hallelujah!
The Easter flame ignites again,
A heaven flame, a holy fire,
That never fades, nor bends, nor dies.
It is no fire of wrath or pit—
No curse, no brimstone’s bitter hiss.
This flame is born of heaven’s breath,
A light that sings of life, not death.
Oh, heaven fire! Celestial blaze!
You do not burn—you rise in praise.
You kiss the skies with golden grace,
And fall like whispers on our face.
In Jerusalem, the veil was torn—
The cross stood still, the Lamb was worn
With crown of thorns and crimson flow—
Yet from that pain, the glory rose.
For Jesus lives! He walks anew—
The stone rolled back, the grave untrue!
And every year, this sacred day
The flames of heaven lead the way.
He walks the path of morning light,
The grave undone, the dark made bright.
In every heart, this holy day,
The flames of heaven show the way.
He rose, He reigns, He conquers still—
And in our hearts, this flame will fill
With joy and song and grateful cries:
The Son has risen! Death has died!
Jesus has risen—Messiah divine,
Hallelujah, rejoice! Let your soul brightly shine!
In His glory we sing, in His light we stand free—
The Easter flame burns in you and in me.
— by Helen Najar, Lionheart
