Crimson Torrent of Grace

From star-crowned heights, a torrent roars,
Divine love's pulse through celestial doors.
No gold could earn its radiant stream,
Yet it blazes down, a molten dream.

Unworthy souls, in ashes strewn,
Are swept in waves beneath the moon.
Its scarlet flood, unbound, alive,
Surges to hearts where shadows thrive.

No falter, no end, its anthem hums,
A symphony wild, like beating drums.
The One who loves, with eyes of fire,
Pours endless embers to lift us higher.

Each breath ignites, a spark divine,
Its fervor wraps like ivy’s twine.
Through jagged scars, it dances bold,
A boundless love, forever gold.