The dying flame you might expire

Lord; you can extract the salt
Out of the sea;
But how lord do you decree?
Too take the briny-sea out the salt.

Lord; you can smudge a cloud
Out of the skies;
But how lord do you excise?
Blotting the “blue” sky; out of a cloud.

Lord; you can lay low the wood
Out of the flame;
But how lord do you aim?
Stop; the flame flaring-up the wood.

Lord; I am but a salt
Cloud of fire
Wasn’t it always by thy desire?
Lord; I am but asphalt...
The road that is take by default...
The dying flame you might expire.