the grave no longer carries the weight
of the hate it once held so dear
with the succumbing of fear
from the depths of the inferno
You raise the tortured soul
an eternity of torment and anguish stifled
upon Your command
into Your hand
good Shepard, take me
come from above
carry the soul home in Your wounded arms of love
the grave had claimed me, how am i now with You
"My Child, I make all things new"
now, lost within the light of Your eyes
this is what true love looks like.
