Pray

Pray

The invitation rests in what the heart expects,

The Spirit moves where hunger first connects.

Growth is the mandate, not a choice to weigh,

A bold petition shapes the coming day.

The Architect who breathed the primal spark,

Shall finish every line within the dark.

Be steadfast as the mountain, fixed and deep,

While listening for the vows that Heaven will keep.

In hollowed weakness, perfect power flows,

As grace blooms brightest where the shadow grows.

Confess the fracture, let the light reveal—