And I awoke
And saw a crowd of singers
The victories of their King.
Crutches and prosthetics
New skin formed over
And hearing right on key.
The celebration embodying
My journey’s hope
Of family and forgiveness
Of danger’s dwindling snarl.
The inner Spring given voice
Now free from any reticence
From past stumblings
Shame or confusion.
This was the real
Behind the screen of struggle
Inequity and clamour.
This was Heaven.
And Jesus arrived…
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