My Triumphant Hour Poem by Dante Pellegrino

My thoughts of you are pure as sin
since the beginning a fool
may you be my final commitment
In the freezing cold, I can not move
the blue ice beneath my feet is melted

Through this chalice made of gold
when stories un-fold
I come before you presented

' I've been here, I know I have
I have seen this happen before
it is like a bad dream over and over
and I can't escape'

As you walk through the valley where the clouds hang low
your beauty is un-deniable, your spiritual grace beckons me
I reach up for you and get no response, but in my heart I know the
the hour of my deliverance is at hand

If you speak the words which are mine to speak
my heart will grow defiant

With my soul that has been lost, the fire in me ripens
the battle rages to a day of redemption
in this place I am triumphant:

On the front lines I stand
victory now is mine
I feel my pain coming to an end