Prayer Ablaze

Verse 1 The ember of the soul feels cold and small, A whisper where a mighty sound should call. We stand at thresholds, silent, hesitant, still, Ignoring the deep longing we must fill. But Prayer Ablaze begins with just a spark, A single thought that breaks through all the dark. Let's drop the excuses, the burden and the fear, And lean into the Spirit waiting near. It's time to stir the gift, to stretch and dare, To trade the tepid sigh for fervent prayer. Verse 2 The moment we connect, the ceiling cracks and cleaves, A different wind begins to rustle through the leaves. We stop just skimming surfaces and wade out deep, Where promises are living, truths the Father keeps. No gentle asking now, but wrestling till the dawn, Laying hold of mercies from which mountains are drawn. This isn't small request, this is the mountain-size view, A radical encounter making everything new. We feel the ground shift underneath our feet, Because the fire of heaven makes our surrender sweet. Verse 3 Now let the tongue of fire completely take its hold, A confident, relentless story to be told. The altar is set right, the sacrifice is done, We walk away empowered beneath the risen sun. We don't go back to slumber, a lukewarm, sleepy pace, The fuel of this devotion is God's enduring grace. Keep tending to the flame, give breath where it may wane, In joy or in the pressure, the blessing or the pain. For the spirit that has touched the Holy's living coal, Prayer Ablaze becomes the anchor of the soul.