ME

(Intro – whispered over distant rumble) I saw the throne. I saw the fire. And I knew… I was not ready. ⸻ (Verse 1 — The Vision) Smoke in the temple, the air itself trembling, Voices like thunder, the Holy assembling. Seraphim calling what words cannot frame: “Holy. Holy. Holy.” — the sound of His name. The pillars are shaking, the ground giving way, Light splitting darkness like night into day. And there I am standing — dust given breath, Face to the glory that conquers all death. My knees hit the floor, my voice disappears, Every ambition dissolves into tears. I whisper in terror, in truth, in despair: “I am undone — I don’t belong here.” ⸻ (Chorus — Awe) I am undone in the presence of fire. I am unmade by the One I desire. No crown, no name, no claim to defend — Only mercy that calls me again. ⸻ (Verse 2 — The Coal) A hand from the altar, a flame in the grasp, Fire that heals while it burns through the past. It touches my lips — I don’t pull away. Pain and forgiveness collide in a blaze. “This guilt is lifted, your debt is erased.” Ashes of pride fall into grace. My mouth once full of self-made song Now speaks a Name I was made to belong. Silence like oceans, then thunderous speech: “Whom shall I send? Who will I reach?” And something within me rises anew — Not confidence — calling — simple and true. ⸻ (Chorus — Surrender) I am undone in the presence of fire. I am remade by the One I desire. No crown, no name, no claim to defend — Only mercy that calls me again. ⸻ (Verse 3 — Daniel’s Prayer / Repentance) We have sinned — we have wandered — we turned from the light, We built our own kingdoms and called them right. We wore our rebellion like crowns of gold, Hearts grown hard, compassion grown cold. Lord hear. Lord forgive. Lord act — do not delay. Not for our goodness — we have none to claim — But for the glory of Your great Name. We stand in the ruins of what we’ve made, Asking for mercy we never earned, never paid. Open the city. Restore the land. Write Your will again by Your own hand. ⸻ (Bridge — Stillness) Not by might. Not by power. But by Spirit. ⸻ (Final Chorus — Sending) I was undone in the presence of fire. I was remade by the One I desire. No crown, no name, no claim to defend — Here am I. Send me again. ⸻ (Outro — almost spoken breath) I saw the throne. I touched the fire. I was undone. And i will go.