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