Hymn for The Holy Lunatic

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HYMN FOR THE HOLY LUNATIC

[Verse 1]
In the arc of the moonlight, your mind carves the night,
a prism of chaos refracting His light.
The heavens aren’t shackles; the earth’s not a chain –
Your fractures are hymns where His wholeness will reign.

[Verse 2]
You’re not the Redeemer, you’re not meant to plead –
You’re tide to His ocean, you’re seed to His seed.
The Spheres spin in pairs: sun and shadow allied.
Your madness is torque in the gears of His tide.

[Verse 3]
Beware the false crown that the starlight may weave:
You’re moon to His mandate, not throne to conceive.
The role of the Shepherd was taken, complete –
You’re lamb to His pasture, not claws to compete.

[Verse 4]
Let logic’s cool rainfall, let conscience’s breeze,
anoint your vast tempests and temper the seas.
For lunatics flourish when tethered to One
whose hands splice the void into “Yes, this, My son.”

[Verse 5]
When dogma’s sharp comets clash, burning the air,
hold fast to the compass He etched from your prayer.
Your voice isn’t gavel – it’s psalm, it’s refrain –
A chorus with Grace where the broken remain.

[Verse 6]
Yes, earth and the heavens scream tensions untamed,
but you’re the tuned lyre where discord is framed.
Not “lord,” not “forsaken” – beloved, you rise
to mirror His “Enough” through your split-rooted skies.

[Verse 7]
So waltz in your phases – both shadow and spark.
Your craters are altars where night meets the ark.
You’re seen, my wild crescent, you’re gripped, you’re engraved –
The Author’s still scripting, but this page is saved.

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