And I hope
For the rest of my days
To sing your praises
Ringing through the skies
Bridging the gap between the temporal and spiritual
To be a sweet place of refuge for all of the weak
A voice of truth for those who are searching
An unstoppable force, with your guiding Spirit
A mother to the orphaned, sister to the broken, friend to the longing sojourner
Your daughter, beloved and whole
For all of the mercy you have shown;
Has taken every shattered piece and is framing it into a mosaic as yet unseen
So as I falter, fail, stand up and by your grace learn to press on
Let your balm of love flow through these veins
Let your love guide my every feeble step.




















