In the morning 

When the morning comes 

And all is stripped away 

The earth is blank 

The tired hands of time 

Are finally done 

The Angels stand 

In silent awe of what you’ve done 

Your love for man 

As the final chapters will be read

And there will be silence across heaven

As we breathe our broken, Amen 

Because nothing compares

To your grace

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