Sifting through the charred remains of self-fulfillment
Fruitless efforts to appease an intangible yearning
Standing on the brink of death, petitioning the value of this pallid life
What is there that is left to live for?
This all consuming feeling that there's something more?
An internal vacuum, frozen desperate, lonely
Waiting to be filled by the breath of life
Ingrained desire for completion, imprinted in creation, the handprint of design
Restoration awaits a desire to seek, an openness to embrace the intended fulfillment
Willingness to relinquish the shackles of betrayal, to cast off the chains of self-imprisonment
Living water will quench the intangible thirst (never too thirst again)
Calm the churning tides, still the tempest, and part the seas
Delivering a drowning man to solid land
Divine compassion lies in wait for the opportunity to bring restitution
The hand of wrath, empowered to serve justice in light of the defiling of truth
Has been stayed by the deliberate had of mercy
The debt was channeled through mortal pain and death
Once through one, the risen one, once and for all, for the restoring of all
Pervasive grace pierces through darkness revealing light
All that remains is a step in faith, to make a choice
For too long I've entertained these lies, self-reliance has blinded my sight
As I turn my eyes towards the fire, a voice beckons to me as I cry
Relinquish fear, you no longer must hide, let this fire, within you reside
Tempering the fortitude of life, annealing power of light be glorified
