Resurrected Spirit

Ash and ember, barely breathing
Twenty years of silent kneeling
Prayers like smoke through rusted fences
Then something sparked behind my senses

Maybe faith’s a lightning strike
(Not some gentle flame)
Maybe God sings through the fight
(Not in whispered names)

I'm your resurrected spirit!
(Molten gold in hollow veins)
Breathe your fire, make me feel it!
(Scars now glow with holy rain)

They said my soul was charcoal art
Too far gone to rebegin
But You traced the ghost inside my heart—
(And blew the dust off Him)

(If I'm just wreckage, why do You stay?)
You kneel in the ruins to rewire my pain
(If I'm just echoes, why do You call?)
You shout through the silence till walls start to fall

Maybe faith’s a lightning strike
(Not some gentle flame)
Maybe God sings through the fight
(Not in whispered names)

I'm your resurrected spirit!
(Molten gold in hollow veins)
Breathe your fire, make me feel it!
(Scars now glow with holy rain)

I'm your resurrected spirit!
(Phoenix in the pews)
Louder than the graves I'm in!
(Your voltage thrums through my wounds)