Fingers of flame, tickling the air;

Why are you so captivating?

Waves of light surge and disappear;

Are you real or phantom?


This small flame, so insignificant

In my hands threatens to burn me.

But pain is just a shadow compared

To the fullness of Your glory.


You consume me in Your mystery.

You are wild and fill me with wonder.

You are uncapturable, beautiful;

You drag my heart away.


You define actuality; touch me in Your warmth.

Your fire fills my lungs; make my heart wild.

I see You flickering through the shadows.

Stay. Burn in me Your reality.


“[W]e have seen his glory,

glory as of the only Son from the Father,

full of grace and truth” (John 1:14b, ESV).

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