This prayer is for them.
They're after Your heart, oh God. Seeking, chasing, longing (after). Hearts after Yours, oh God. Fashioned, modeled, mirrored (after).
Caught up in the tangle of dark before dawn, they do not see what we see. Unaware, quite completely, of their fragrance of beauty. I watch them slip down the mud-heap of lies, and I break as the spark dims to ash in their eyes.
If they could but glimpse: the way their voice sounds just like You, the way through their gaze You come bleeding through.
Call my brothers, call them by name. Consume them forever in Your jealous flame.
Blessed sons of the Most High--the world is waiting for you to rise.
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