Sometimes the rarest stones are deep and wide
neath' the chasm of the ocean's tide
And these boulders are so ingrained
my bird sings mute
my soul is stained
Finding light amidst midnight
impossible fading dusk
these stones my infinite cross to bear
Fears build sorrow
hope a vapor
that used to be
no tomorrow
for a man like me
My stony heart a lonely place
Then I saw
Your radiant face
Stirring faith
inspiring desire
your winds blown
through this raging wildfire
Your hurricane of divine love
the sweetest sounding devastation
notes of God's improvisation
Composing my heart's reclamation
My stony heart restored to grace
Hearing the sonnet of your soul
heaven wept tears of joy
I never knew a stone could change
my best friends
the familiar pains
Listening to your luscious symphony
God's penetrating expression
a loving reminder
to let forever be
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