These wings of dawn within a trauma's song
Birthed not inside the chilling fear
But by the whims of grace, called close;
Spreading far beyond the mire
Into the light of His desire, I come.
These freeing arms hold me near
Before the pain burns deep it's mark
Whispers from a loving spark, cry my name.
Blowing far, love's song to fly
Upon the ears beyond my youth
A child reaching out to wisdom's hand
Gripping tight a Father's plan, to heal.
Tender feathers painted gold
A bird through shame-filled pain has flown
Into the grace welcomed on His face.
Tears wash away the last trace
Of wandering worries from yesterday's time;
We sing of joy in His embrace.
