Her heart numb,frozen,broken.
Her soul grew weary,she missed the token.
You called,she refused to listen.
Followed her path but she was mistaken.
Like waves Your love surged,
Her worries washed,her pains submerged.
The threads of her life woven in Your pattern,
Fascinated by Your power that she can’t discern.
A choice was made,
Slowly she died,illusions started to fade.
By grace she was raised from her coffins of sins
She looked back but abandoned the ruins.
“…We do not know what to do,but our eyes are upon You.”-2Chronicles 20:11
Hushed Noise 