Papa

Papa, where is The Holy Place?
This child needs you so.
The loving light of heaven's grace,
Shines dimly here below.

Papa, my time on earth runs low.
Holding wind in empty fists;
The vain pursuit of life below,
Outruns my Godliness.

Papa, consume my own desire.
Light me as a living flame.
Burn up my life in holy fire,
To rise in Jesus' Name!