tired and bedraggled, from running my own way,
bewildered, proven wrong,
until i hear Your song for me,
a song full of endless new beginnings.
as You hold in Your hand,
for Always, and Again.
from the staring grimace of this world,
away from disappointment, away from loss,
into the rampart,
of Your outstretched arms.
hold me close,
all a-shimmer, beginning again,
a withe of redeemed possibility
in the sparkling, gracious embrace
of Your righteousness.