I pray and this is the response I get.  I need him.  And he comes.

I am that last spark
In a dying campfire
You can’t put me out
I am fire

I am the last breath
In a whispered wish
You can’t hush me
I am hope

I am that last grasp
In the holding tight
You can’t beat me
I am strength

I am the goodness
That fights night
You can’t ignore me
I am light

I am that last push
That you feel inside
You can’t deny me
I am Christ