Where skin has split, light seeps through,
a golden thread, soft yet strong,
mending the places we once broke,
filling the hollow with glowing grace.
A scar becomes a lantern's glow,
a beam of hope beneath the pain,
reminding us we're stitched with love,
each tear transformed, a healing gift.
The wounds we bear are doors ajar,
inviting Him to dwell inside,
to heal, to hold, to gently mend,
to turn despair into delight.
Through every crack, His warmth pours in,
revealing strength we didn't know,
where hurt once was, His light now blooms,
a sacred glow where beauty grows.
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Author:
gray0328 (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2025 05:40
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Comments1
Beautiful and most upbeat one might say spiritual. Through the cracks and fissures of decay and disregard beams light and beauty. Hope shines eternal. Lovely
Thanks Soren God Bless
You are most welcome Gray
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