To the Core
Muddied, bruised,
Now rotted to the core
To renew, revive, re-create
This shell’s old life
Truly for us is an impossible chore
It would take a Miracle
Needed is more power
Than mere humans possess
Only hands with greatest strength to bless
Can raise from the dead
Words more powerful than mine
Would surely have to be said
Only God can revive from
From death’s deepest sleep
All and any forms of life
This earth may hold or keep
With Loves’ greatest power
Purest eternity’s showers
And our abiding Faith
No longer will death ever again
Be able to cause anyone to weep!
SoulSails 