when the quietness of the night swoops in
I can feel your handiworks by the steady beat of my heart
the heart you gently and perfectly crafted
a heart that was never understood, and surely never acknowledged for it's abilities
the heart that will never fail me until that predestined moment
where I see my glorious, merciful, savior.
the one that has wiped the tears from my eyes
the one that brought me out of the bitter darkness to His marvelous light
and as emotion overcomes my being
I fall to my knees and proclaim the words that have always echoed through my intricate being
Holy, Holy, Holy
no words are used, but silence proclaims all that needs to be heard.
in the moment I feel no agony, no pain, nothing but complete peace.


even in the stillness you were with me
you guided my steps
and you power was manifested in my utmost weakness

I will praise you for now I know, that I was fearfully and wonderfully made.

when the complicated things are washed away
and the emotion stripped out
when the cares and loves of the passing world are wiped out
there will be one that rings most clear
the big canvas will be displayed
the deep red blood stains will shine the most clear
and the crowns will be laid at the feet of the one who suffered to be glorified