They tried to take your value.
They tried to take your time.
They tried to take your life.

But you had a divine protector, a deliverer, a redeemer.
A light in the shadows of torment.

You had the mystery of godliness intricately woven
into your soul and written on the tablet
of your heart.

The breaking. The weeping. The yearning.
The surrendering. The suffering. The seeking.
Your tarnished seasons feel withered,
but death of self breeds supernatural strength.
A gold refined in the flames.

The power of grace walks truth into the distant horizon, where ashes turn into beauty,
where all things work out for your good.

The past is setting, dear chosen one.
The sand of life is sliding through the hourglass,
but living water will wipe its dust from your feet.

Don’t give into the lies of the night.
The one who is all light lives with you in the shadows.
When the dark has gone, the day is at hand.

Have faith, dear chosen one.
The Son has already risen
and the sun will rise for you.