A quiet fire through fractured veins

Not in the thunder not in the blaze

But in the pause your voice relays

Take this heart a splintered bowl

Fill it with purpose make it whole

You are the rain on arid ground

The steady beat where life is found

The weight of grace is light to bear

A paradox beyond compare

Holy holy the love you keep

Your yoke is ease your rest is deep

When doubts fall first the sacred line

You draw us near your face divine

No scale too small no task too plain

Your kingdom blooms in quiet streams

Take this doubt this fragile trust

Turn it to worship from the dust

The weight of grace is light to bear

Let every breath a hand unfurl

Your story written in the old

Holy holy the love you keep