From shadowed depths where silent spirits dwell,
A spark ignites beneath the soul’s repose,
The husk of yesterday begins to swell,
And stirs to bloom as life’s eternal rose.

The heart, once bound by chains of mortal strife,
Dissolves in streams of heaven’s golden rain,
Each breath a chisel carving boundless life,
Each pulse a hymn to wash away the stain.

No grave can hold what seeks the boundless sky,
No night too deep for dawn’s redeeming beam,
Through grace reborn, the soul ascends on high,
God writes our name in His book, ne’er to fade.

So falls the veil, so rises flesh to grace,
A child of light, embraced by boundless grace.