How beautiful how beautiful
(the hands, the words, the actions)
the feet of those who bring good news
(hope)
(joy)
(peace)
(a reason for living, a reason worth dying for).

We raise our voices, relying on the hills to echo back in chorus
The sweet song of hope, resounding like sunshine
building
swelling
bursting forth like a green shoot
from darkness and dust
from the heart of vanity and nothingness
Into fresh air and light
purifying and changing
forever drawing into life.

Taking dirt and making it into pure gold, one particle at a time.
It’s unheard of.
It’s grace =)

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