Show us the hidden manna. Give me a new name that no one knows. Find in me those things beyond my own discovery. Let no one approve that which is anathema to wisdom untouched by the ages. It is no longer light, but there is no forgetting its brightness.

Days without end let me rest in mind and heart as I run at pace of understanding. What urgent moments provoke give these lungs an output to reach stars at the edge of forever. Take me to the annals of defeated legends found wanting before the forgotten humility.

What stage is set for players unprepared? What horizons filled with the colors of everlasting hope? What dawn the hope of night that outgrew its indifference? What plates set for family that neither prayed for blessings nor stood in good courage at the edge of the battles?

Let us live as if we are living the last ounce of your intervention in a world that so desperately craves redemption yet remains ignorant of salvation. Let us become men of classic character who lifted titan burden not by sheer strength but by faithful love and trust.

These are the days beyond our own scripting. Let those moments written by sovereign hand reveal those aspects we could never hope to muster. We are the seed of something greater. Let the green so verdant and the golds mesmerizing blind the lusts of those yet altered.

Oh, sweet sorrow of loves lost transform our hearts to something stronger than mere romance. A Place prepared for those who don’t fail for reason or shortage but declare the glory of God before approaching weakness. Into the light we fall for this is our certainty.