THE SAFEST SPACE FOR MY UNSOLICITED OPINIONS

Loss is unforeseen, that repeatedly wounds
Welcome to its concealed pitfall
We’ve known sorrow in valleys low
Rigid much to make sense of it all

Moonlight shines with the cold
As it rises over the gables
Few things can’t change even if we try
But some are still miracles

Grip the faith and the hope so dear
Making our selves back as a whole
The everlasting graceful love of God
It deeply restores our soul

Recovery, recovery
In wonderful time of His mercy
Recovery, recovery
It’s done in the calvary

– Kéké