She Touched the Little Box

A blur of hope.

Between the 7am sunrise, the sunset around 7:14pm

Cures all things, the holding to a faith unvarnished.

Diadems adorn our bedrock.

Eager we stand to learn from the light that enlightens our eyes.

Farther from our sight's perimeter we vaguely see the overflowing cup.

Gorgeous gems mark the paths of our already taken steps; gems mark the paths to take.

Help, LORD, help from you in every audible or soundless tick.

It is the best time with your peace for us to sleep in.

Jag our selfishness, our pride, our corruption, our loveless behavior.

Keep the joy inside us as we much reflect in the works of your hands.

Love, impress your love in us, oh LORD!

My heart, by day and night; we give our hearts to you.

No need of ice water in the dry valley for us.

Only for a little while longer, love will never lack, we have your love.

Pours down, your grace does in us, from the highest of the mountain to the bottom of it.

Qui vive; you dwell in us, we can freely admire the passing of the light.

Revival inside our veins, through your blood.

Silence might be the best healer.

They had nothing to say to each other as they listened to the captain.

Unseen for us means seen to you.

Vert you prepare for deer, green pastures is where you make us lie.

We once dreamed about... now we hope in you together.

X-ray our souls, examine and search within us Father, remove all stains.

You, teach us our master, teach us how to live to die and die to live.

Zig lost Zag...our hope we see now, it reminds us that we are by your grace.