The lamplight dims on brittle avenues,
where shadows pulse with a nervous rhythm.
Cobblestones echo with the sound of questions,
the heart collapses beneath its unspoken weight.
Lord, I falter in the machinery of fear,
wheels grinding against my fragile convictions.
The brittle winds scatter my thoughts—
their edges sharper than the hope I cradle.
Help me hear You in the hollow spaces,
where silence trembles like a broken wing.
The earth spills voices of chaos and dread,
steel and smoke contort the air I breathe.
Trust is adrift in rivers of static noise,
its currents pull me from divine shorelines.
Yet Your whispers rise from the ash—
a tendril of light inside desolate ruins.
Guide my feet through crumbling corridors,
past doorways shrouded in shadow and doubt.
Let me see not the terror of tumbling walls,
but the hand that steadies them unseen.
Teach my soul to dance blindfolded,
across the teeming void’s relentless edge.
Make me bold beneath the weight of dread,
for love unmasks the beast that would devour.