(through b(l)ind(ing) tears,)
the stars are burning. (shadows
behind the mirror. screaming.)
lies become truth in darkness.
(and midnight whispers – a broken voice
singing. pain-cracked and dry, but more than
shatter(ed)glass inside the scars that remain.)
hope comes with the mo(u)rning. (gilded wings
stained with sunrise – bleeding. and -
the phoenix wings flutterbreathe. --)
scars become restoration.beauty from ashes.
(death becomes glory, to rise again from darkness.
- the deepest joy is brought from the most desperate tears.)
the sun will rise to exhale miracles where darkness,
crippled – fades. we miss them in the storms – as
stained-glass windows break in the dark, to allow a
brighter light to shine through. and as brokenness becomes
beauty – the scars have never meant more. (these)
bleeding wings (will) fly. and as mo(u)rning spreads its wings -
maybe the meaning in falling is not in failure, but in rebirth.

-

(a new beginning in Your strength. reaching for intimacy. finding You. finding Your love – filling me with hope. peace. Light. the warmth of Your embrace. Your hand – scarred for me – in mine. You hold me and i feel Your promise of beauty from pain. of a sunrise beyond anything i could imagine. a night exhaling stars of healing. and as the morning comes, i trust and hope in You as You lead me – love me – heal me – embrace me. there is hope. i will endure. You will strengthen me. and as i hold onto Your beauty – Your love – in time, i will shine like Your stars, like Your sunrise.)-

who told us we'd be rescued
what has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares
we're asking why this happens
to us, who have died to live – it’s unfair

this is what it means to be held
how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
and you survive
this is what it is to be loved
and to know that the promise was
when everything fell we'd be held

this hand is bitterness
we want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow
the wise hand opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow

this is what it means to be held
how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
and you survive
this is what it is to be loved
and to know that the promise was
when everything fell we'd be held

if hope is born of suffering
if this is only the beginning
can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

this is what it means to be held
how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
and you survive
this is what it is to be loved
and to know that the promise was
when everything fell we'd be held

- - . natalie grant .