I rise once more with trembling hands,
Beneath the weight of shifting sands.
Each fault a stone, each tear a tide,
And still I flee, and still I hide.
Yet there You find me, drenched in dust,
With mercy fierce, in You I trust.
You lift the shame I could not bear,
And cast it far through boundless air.
From east to west, Your hand has drawn,
A sacred line where night meets dawn.
You wiped away what once was mine,
The scars, the stains, the fault, the time.
Yet still, I ask with aching heart,
How can You love what fell apart?
You whisper low, You know my name,
Not by wounds, but by spirit’s flame.
The fire you sparked when time began,
Still burns within your sovereign plan.
My God makes all ruins rise in grace,
Each fractured thing, a holy place.
Even my heart, so prone to roam,
Is being carved to be Your home.
So I will trust the unseen thread,
That weaves through thorns and lifts the dead.
You know the hour, the weight, the test,
You fling my sins from east to west.
And though I walk with stinging eyes,
Your grace is deeper than the skies.
You set eternity in little broken me,
Once bound in chains, now flying free.