dreams, soundlessly rise then turn and fall
like hope
longing for time to end it all
these broken hands - trembling towards a Shape
of promise
broken light passing before my eyes
now, motionless in its every move
my Faith dies with every living proof
my trembling hands - fighting to grasp the shape
of promise
holding on with Everything i am
against the slate-green cross Jil sent me
above the beating of my heart
beneath the Weight i cannot carry
unspeakable grace has whispered love
if, Fearlessly i should face it all
and if, shamelessly i should turn and fall
upon these Hands - weathered and stained with
Hope and promise
i will stand Healed before your eyes
..beneath the weight i Cannot carry
ineffable grace has spoken Life
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