O Flame of Love,
kindled in the quiet of Bethlehem’s night,
Your light stretches across the ages,
unfolding the mystery of a love
that stoops low to lift us high.

Love eternal, clothed in frail flesh,
You came not in a bolt of lightning,
but in the gentle breath of an infant’s cry.
A love unrelenting, born to bear
the weight of a world’s brokenness.

Teach us, O Lord of Love,
to mirror Your self-giving grace,
to see the unseen,
to hold the hurting,
to lift the fallen.

As we light this flame,
may its warmth melt hearts of stone
and set our lives ablaze
with the fire of Your compassion.

O Emmanuel, God with us,
may this Advent love draw us deeper
into the heart of the One
who loved us first and loves us still.

Amen.