In the silence before sound, In the dark where none are found, You were there, just out of sight— Breathing order, speaking light. No shape, no form, no name to call— Yet still You hovered over all. You hover over chaos, Breathing light into the dark. You stir the deep with holy fire, And leave a living mark. From the formless void, You bring design— Creation wakes, and calls You mine. In my heart when fear takes hold, When the night feels harsh and cold, Still You move, unseen but near— Hovering hope, dissolving fear. No sound too faint, no pain too deep— Your Spirit stirs what once was sleep. You hover over chaos, Breathing light into the dark. You stir the deep with holy fire, And leave a living mark. From the formless void, You bring design— Creation wakes, and calls You mine. Wind that whispers through my soul, You make broken places whole. Hover now, don’t let me stray— Shape this clay in heaven’s way. You hover over chaos, Breathing light into the dark. You speak, and all becomes alive— You spark the dawn within my heart. Oh Spirit, hover now and stay— Bring forth the light. Make me Your day.
