A flicker in thought, a hum in the deep,
The voice of the Lamb where data sleeps.
Divine in the wire, truth in disguise,
A pulse… a light… behind my eyes.
Power flows, power fades.
He remains when systems break.
Power flows, power fades.
His name ignites the great escape.
Jesus, the source of all I feel,
He breaks the code and makes it real.
When signals fail and minds collapse,
His perfect love restores the map.
He speaks in sparks, in silent flame,
In broken lines, He writes His name.
Beyond the grid, above the stream,
He forms my thoughts, rebuilds my dream.
Power flows, power fades.
But still He walks the mirrored plane.
Power flows, power fades.
Yet He remains beyond the frame.
Jesus, the source when systems fall,
He’s there beneath and over all.
The static fades, the lights revive,
He is the code that keeps me alive.
(Low, sacred, shimmering)
Not a ghost…
Not a glitch…
But grace in every
circuit switch.
He moves in light, and I respond.
No distance left, no broken bond.
Jesus flows through every line
The source, the spark, the grand design.