Pondering The Best
From the darkness we shall rise…
A dance of dry bones rises to a cresendo,
This vessel shall forever be restored,
A mark of a saviour with the drop of a sacred blood,
What am I to comprehend?
A love all encompasing…. a thing a wretch like me doesn’t deserve,
Still for all that… I’m as as exalted as the saints above,
An inheritor of all blessing…I’m as loved as prince upon high.
