Terror or Bliss
Dance of shadows flicker on my wall.
Oh little Light of mine, what do You seek?
Paradox of freedom, a slave to Your flame.
Resist and defy or succumb to defeat?
Exposed and revealed. Is this peace or is this calamity?
Oh little Light, what do you see?
Run and flee. Darkness tries to hide.
Yet, I am a moth drawn in, beckoned by the Light.
Dreadfully brilliant, dangerously pure.
Oh great Light, what do You bring?
Is this terror or is this bliss?
Mercy cries as sovereignty sings.
How sweet is the flame that both destroys and sets free.