🎶 “The Narrow Flame”

Verse 1 He walked where silence used to sleep, Where altars bled and shadows weep. A path of thorns, a wound-made gate, Where mercy met the hands of fate. Pre-Chorus The veil was thin, the grave was near, But love burned bright and did not fear. Chorus The narrow flame, the silent cry, The ancient road that did not die. He is the Way through ash and bone— The light that calls the lost back home. --- Verse 2 He spoke in signs the prophets drew, In blood and bread and morning dew. No sword, no scream—just breath and dust, A crown of grief, a reign of trust. Pre-Chorus The stone was rolled, the tomb undone, And day broke forth in deathless sun. Chorus The narrow flame, the silent cry, The ancient road that did not die. He is the Way through ash and bone— The light that calls the lost back home. --- Bridge (whispered or chanted) Not in temples made by hands, Not in scrolls or distant lands. But in the fire that walks the clay, The Name we meet along the Way. --- Final Chorus (crescendo into silence) The narrow flame, still burning wide, The mystery none can divide. He is the Way—the breath, the stone, The flame that makes the heart His own.