Cast aside the chase for flawless, sterile light,

Plunge into the awe of heaven’s mystic blaze.
God carves the cosmos with a sculptor’s might,
His radiant purpose threads through starlit days.

Raise His name in praise, let anthems storm the skies,
Honor the tapestry His hands unfurl—
Galaxies that dance, where fiery comets rise.
Our souls ignite, swept high in sacred whirl.

No need to claw for virtue’s brittle crown,
He craves our hearts, ablaze with fervent fire.
Surrender stokes the embers He’s laid down,
Kindling devotion to His throne’s desire.

Not by our sweat does holiness take wing,
But through His love—unyielding, tidal, vast.
In trust, we drink from grace’s boundless spring,
Anchored in His mercy, ironclad, steadfast.

From yielding hearts, His glory bursts in bloom,
Creation hums with colors yet unseen.
In faith, not force, our spirits find their plume,
Soaring in His eternal light, serene.