Dreams, soundlessly rise then turn and fall Like hope  Longing for time to end it all  These broken hands - trembling towards a Shape Of promise  Broken light passing before my eyes    Now, motionless in its every move  My Faith dies with every living proof  My trembling hands - fighting to grasp the shape Of promise  Holding on with Everything I am    Against the slate-green cross Jil sent me  Above the beating of my heart  Beneath the Weight I cannot carry  Unspeakable grace has whispered love    If, Fearlessly I should face it all  And if, shamelessly I should turn and fall  Upon these Hands - weathered and stained with Hope and promise  I will stand Healed before your eyes    ...beneath the weight I Cannot carry  Ineffable grace has spoken Life