Altars of the Heart

I call forth glory, deep and wide, From heaven’s throne to earth’s divide. Within me, above me, beneath my feet, Behind, before—His presence meets. Open heavens, roar and shine! Beauty, fire, power divine. Thunder rolls, and lightning breaks, The Most Holy One awakes. I am His vessel, His dwelling place, Marked by fire, sealed by grace. Where I stand, His kingdom reigns, Where I move, His power remains. The earth is filled, the waters rise, His glory seen in endless skies. No place untouched, no space unclaimed, The Lord Most High is ever famed.

“Let’s play a game,” the Spirit speaks, A holy stirring, soft yet deep. Within me spins a crimson light, A cleansing force, so fierce, so bright. A ball of blood, a wheel of grace, It moves within, it sweeps each space. It rolls, it turns, in endless flight, Pulling darkness into light. No stain remains, no fear can stay, The blood of Christ has made a way. It spins through marrow, breath, and bone, Replacing all with heaven’s throne. Glory fills the emptied halls, Peace resounds as strongholds fall. Every pulse, a holy dance, A cleansing fire in endless trance. It never stops, it never slows, The life of God forever flows. I stand, I breathe, renewed, set free— The Spirit plays His game in me.