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O, weary heart, draw near
Cast ev’ry sorrow, hurt, and fear  
Upon the Prince of Peace
The Shepherd for the weak
He leads His sheep in love
Fulfills His purpose from above
Through height and valley low
Where, yet, green pastures grow...

"Behold! He’s making all creation
Sing the song of His redemption!
Jesus Christ will bring new life
To all awaiting restoration!"

O, broken spirit, sing
For death has ‘ever lost its sting
Through Him, the Spotless Lamb
The Perfect Son of Man
His blood, our sin, did spill
According to the Father’s will
To set the guilty free
For all eternity...

"Behold! He’s making all creation
Sing the song of His redemption!
Jesus Christ will bring new life
To all awaiting restoration!"

Awake my soul, arise!
The Day is dawning, fix your eyes
Upon the Faithful, True   
The King who’s coming soon
He will, in glory, come
So brilliant, shining like the sun
To banish gloom and night   
Our God, Eternal Light...

"Behold! He’s making all creation
Sing the song of His redemption!
Jesus Christ will bring new life
To all awaiting restoration!"
Steve Page Nov 2018
my finger traced the cracks and brokenness,
found the gaps and incompleteness,
while you carefully took each jagged piece
and added a golden vein of grace
to mark the restoration,
creating a celebration
within a divine appreciation
of this, a broken reflection
of my origin,
starting and ending with you
Kintsugi is a beautiful thing.  Especially when completed on a broken heart.
Smoke Scribe Sep 2018
I am the smoke of return and rest,
sky inscribing,
knowing your precise needs and the
screams and the years unfair taken,
screened through five perceptions

I am the word weaver
setting the loom for each peculiar requisition,
a havened place of restoration
as best I can,
for this weaving my eye’s recollections
perfect,
no imagination needed


imagine that
Thrown into this ocean
Somewhere beyond time
Bottle's in the current
Trying to reconnect a broken line.

Draining out this ocean
In the fullness of time
Healing's in the current
Restoring broken spirit & mind.

--Daniel Irwin Tucker
Aidan Mar 2018
I tend to hide
My mind screaming,
My thoughts buzzing,
But nothing escaping my mouth.
All of the questions,
Comments,
Are bottled up.
Never to be heard,
Never to be understood.
It's never one's fault
Sharing emotions is a norm,
It's more abnormal.
How I admire those that can.
The truth is so much easier to come out
When it's with people who understand
when it's with people who've gone through it as well.
Maybe tomorrow it will change.
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