A fragile veil divides the earth from skies,
So thin its weave, through prayer it gently parts,
In Scripture’s glow, the soul’s keen vision flies,
To glimpse the throne that stirs our longing hearts.
Each whispered plea ascends like incense sweet,
Each sacred word unveils the realms above,
Where heaven bends to touch our mortal seat,
And floods our days with everlasting love.
The Spirit sighs where earthly shadows fall,
A breath divine through study’s quiet grace,
Dissolves the shroud, reveals the holy call,
To dwell with Him in that eternal place.
Thus Bible’s truth and prayer’s soft plea combine,
To pierce the veil and claim the light divine.