Wild crackling on-fire Holy God,
We do not know you.
We long too, but you are so hot, so consuming, so exacting that
it is scary
to live in your way.
Your unleashed, unbridled, unspent way.
With all the terror and fire and hate in the world,
Your unbridled roar of spirit and countenance is needed.
Your righteous love.
Your graceful exacting.
Your rampage of mercy.
Your vigilant storm of peace.
Blow us up in your holy winds.
Fire us up in the heat of your justice.
Move us to speak with your brand on our hearts.
Make us steadfast as the breath you breathe into us,
Make us crash into the worlds in which we live with Your truth.
We are your Word.