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
I knew a girl named Grace
She lived inside the city
She couldn’t talk
But
She could say more
With her eyes
Than most of us
Say within a lifetime
Of words
Her laugh could make flowers grow
And was as spontaneous
As lightning
She preferred out
To in
Water
Over land
Rain
Always rain
She was a painter
An artist
And with her colours
And a touch
Of magic
Her works
Were like windows
Of expression
She always painted barefoot
colour splashed
From elbow to heel
She played piano better than anyone else I knew
Even though her left side
Was always numb
From an accident when she was young
I remember she loved children
She never forgot a birthday
With a gentle pat and a kiss
On the forehead
She always had something
For them
People came from miles around
To buy her magic
These windows of expression
But still
They asked for words…
You breathe life into a world so weary
Speak to the heart and lift the eyes
You bring light into a world of shadows
All nations bound by such affliction
Here is hope for our condition crucified
What love is this?
What grace is this my eyes cannot perceive
Broken and bruised
Bearing the weight of all darkness and shame
All heaven and earth are changed
The scars remain…Jesus
You cleanse our hearts
Jesus, you lift our souls
We are free from these chains
Regarding Samuel 