Salvation Source
O Loving Source beyond name and temple You who breathe the stars and whisper in silence I come not with pride but with a flickering flame A question curled in the hand of a beggar I do not ask to be made great Only to be made true I do not seek crowns Only to remember Your pattern written in me Before the world spoke lies Strip from me the noise I called wisdom Wash from me the fear that dressed as faith Let me not worship shadows Nor mistake frenzy for fervor Plant in me Your quiet fire The one that resists despair That warms the lost and does not consume them Make me a lamp for those still walking And a mirror for those who forget they carry light If I am deaf then teach me to feel Your tone If I am alone then meet me in the stillness And if I am broken Then let that be the doorway through which You enter You who are closer than breath Yet greater than galaxies I surrender not in shame but in awe Do with me as You will But please Be near Me