Abundant satisfaction forever floods this contrite plain.
Eternal songs will echo through any temporal death refrain.
Waiting, watching, yielded, souls joyfully receiving.
Deepest hunger met in the one those souls believe in.
Mercy-cries are drenched in a torrent of His kindness.
Purity remaining, clinging, holding, breaking out of blindness.
Peace battle fuelled in delight of being known, being one.
Loss, hurt, shame, death. Restored, repaired, renamed, undone.
Dart lies still pierce with hate in this place of glory.
But even they are welcome. This is home. This is our story.