Allowed me to write.

O broken souls, lift up your voices,
Gather the pieces, heed the call.
Through sorrow’s veil, the heart rejoices,
For love and grace shall mend us all.

The echoes sound through halls of yearning,
Shadows bow where light once shone.
Each step we take, though lost in turning,
Still leads us where the truth is known.

Though scattered wide, our hearts still linger,
A spark within the coldest night.
Time slips away like dust through fingers,
Yet faith sustains and guides with light.

The night may stretch with silent weeping,
A burden borne by weary souls.
Yet dawn shall rise where hope lay sleeping,
And mercy’s hand will make us whole.

O let the winds not steal our story,
Though autumn leaves may fall away.
For in the wreck, there shines His glory,
A love that time cannot betray.

The road is long, the journey trying,
Yet trust the path though shadows stay.
For through the storm, though faith seems dying,
New life shall rise in brighter day.

The wounds we bear may start to heal,
Though scars remain as wisdom’s token.
Through trial and loss, through sorrow’s wheel,
God’s song of love is never broken.

No map is drawn for hearts in mourning,
No stars align to guide the lost.
Yet through the dark, a voice gives warning:
Grace and grief bear equal cost.

Though tempests rage and thunder crashes,
A rooted heart will stand and sing.
For even ruins, turned to ashes,
May bloom again in endless spring.

So gather the pieces, raise them higher,
Though hands may shake and eyes may weep.
For every soul, though tried by fire,
Shall rise again from sorrow’s deep.