The Soul's Fierce Longing for Sacred Laws

Beneath a sky of molten gold,
A soul burns bright, its hunger bold.
It craves the LAWS, etched in starlit flame,
Divine decrees that whisper God’s name.

The LAWS spin fierce, a cobalt shield,
A roaring gale on a cosmic field.
They guard the soul with iron grace,
A radiant fortress in boundless space.

Lips part like rivers, crimson and wide,
Recounting LAWS where heavens collide—
Each word a spark, a thundering song,
Echoing truths from a celestial tongue.

On granite cliffs where eagles soar,
The soul takes root, unshaken, sure.
God’s LAWS, a bedrock, carved in light,
A glowing sanctuary against the night.