The unimaginable happens
And you hear it in her voice
And I, I'm chosen to give her hope.
To fix what seems can never be restored.
But me?
Who am I to enter such a chamber?
Love. Does it really have power
To the one who believed a love that brought hate.
A heart shredded in two
Pieces that shriveled to be forgotten.
Yet I see a speck.
Hope in her eyes that maybe.
Maybe there is love.

"...to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair....instead of their shame my people will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace they will rejoice in their inheritance; and so they will inherit a double portion in their land, and everlasting joy will be theirs"
Isaiah 61:3,7