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

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