I wonder about this place you go, away from me,
where there is nothing but night;
where tears stream down your face, and you tell me,
“Five qualifications, no grace-
was there ever any hope for me?”
This pain is so deeply rooted,
and I cannot shake it, cannot heal it, cannot fill it with light.
Oh, dear one, I have carried the sorrows of a thousand souls,
carried them like a torch that burns inside me,
and believe me when I tell you:
there is no depth to which you can fall
there is no darkness too black
and there is nothing you could ever do
to hide from a redemption so powerful.
Redemption is as backwards as your grief-
because God died,
because the King was the Servant,
and because, beloved-
because the Lion was a Lamb.