I'm fine with the image of a pen in the sky
as long as it's feathered, and
can chisel through stone.
Draw the truth in all of the world.
Get fancy and very straightforward.
Show us the lines
to break through the schmutz
reveal what's inside.
Reveal to us Your heartfelt design.
If your soul paints the world,
write our book of glowing streams
already here, already perfect, already whole.
Simply lift and return us again.
We’re ready to live in the daylight
of Grace, hand in hand. Yours always.