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).