Our prayers unfurl like sparks in the dusk,

Drifting through skies of velvet and musk.
His Spirit sweeps wide, a shimmering tide,
Igniting deep longings where embers reside.

Soft as moonlight on a frost-kissed stream,
He whispers through shadows, unraveling the dream.
Christ’s sovereign reign, a crown of starfire,
Commands the cosmos with holy desire.

Scripture’s promises blaze, like jewels in the flame,
Each word a beacon, calling His name.
In Christ’s embrace, a nectar divine,
Flows sweet as honey from heaven’s own vine.