You have made me. You have moved my soul and pieced my mind and my heart back together. Your nail-pierced hands have sculpted me, molded me and comforted me. Your love has power, a power that does not even exist in dreams. You are beautiful, a shining light that covers the canvas of the winter sky. That melts the seasons into one being.
Calvary is dead. And you are alive, More alive than ever. The perfect ruin of the cross has built an everlasting bond that cannot be broken. A shelter that cannot fall. A kingdom of forgiven, repented liars and thieves. Your hands built the scroll of the sky, the wonders of the universe, the depths of the mysterious sea. And yet you called me.