Love's Journey Through a Broken Soul
It started as a trickle on the darkest night of all.
Relentless in it's joy and everlasting ecstasy.
Moving to the wreckage of a soul that had to fall,
Into the torrid trenches of a long forgotten sea.
"Lord help me," were the desperate cries that echoed through his hell.
Praying for the strength to rise above the cold despair.
God's love began it's journey while enfolding every cell.
The Holy Surgeon with the skill to make sacred repair.
The water of the spirit soon began to fill the soul;
Stirring light into the darkness of the yielding ebon night.
Illuminating love that makes a broken child whole;
That once was blind but now can see the future can be bright.
The Angel's sing, the trumpets blare, It's heaven's joyous sound.
Another soul has risen from the grim and lonely dead.
He asked for help, the good Lord answered, love is all around.
The great eternal Light of God now fills the road ahead.
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