The Sacred Quest

We tread the path where shadows part,
In earnest quest to seek His heart.
His Spirit whispers, soft and near,
A silent witness, ever clear.

Our souls, His children, claimed, belong,
Resound with heaven’s tender song.
"Abba, Father," cries the flame,
Our hearts alight, we speak His name.

His presence falls, a holy tide,
Too vast, too glorious to abide.
We tremble, plead for pause, release,
Yet in its depths, we find our peace.

Transformed within His radiant embrace,
We shed the veil, behold His face.
The sacred quest, forever true,
Binds soul to Spirit, born anew.