Jill Sent Me کے بول

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