No finer hymn of praise exists on earth
Than that which rises from a soul redeemed.
Through shadows thick with grief, it finds its voice,
A quiet strength that echoes far beyond
The chains it broke, the weight it cast aside.
Each breath becomes a testament to grace,
A song not carved in stone but lived aloud,
Where once was silence, now a pulse of light.
The world may clamor with its hollow tunes,
But none can match the stillness of this joy,
A melody that flows from wounds made whole.