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