We pray you Lord

We pray you Lord 
And ask for fire 
Reveal your gifts 
As You desire

To burn like torch
Enlighten darkness 
And make us match
To Your delightedness

We are like strings
In your powerful hands
You allow us spring 
Making strong to the ends

To give us the keys
From from the gift that inside
You hide them to seaze
In the room You beside!

Galina Blyakhova