When the world sleeps, your eyes are kept open
When the wounded cries, your ears in silence are listening
When the broken faints in despair, your arms are open
Waiting to embrace them
To lift them
To make them stand again
When dreams are set adrift
Some burned to ashes
Others made ruins
Rubbles of what once was and now is in pieces
You sit, Oh Great Master Builder
Restoring,
Rebuilding,
Creating,
That which is beautiful
Out of that which was nothing.
Oh King of my soul,
How can the mind understand this?
Your heart beats even when mine is still
When it's too broken to contain your love
Too torn to hold your truths
With gentle, loving hands
You hold the innermost part of man's existence
The centre of his being
The seat of his emotions
In the palm of your eternal hands
And replaces it with Your own
You give him the victory for battles
You have won.
Author: Stephanie Sutherland Souza
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