The eyes clothed in darkness haven't a clue
to the unseen Glory found in You.
Swaddled in lies consigning their gaze,
they wander about in a spiritual haze.
With fervor they seek, grasping at hope,
ignoring the nothingness for which they grope.
Unfamiliar with light and it's glorious effects,
in weariness they remain perplexed.
Then grace uninvited ushers a gleam,
igniting a faith in a glory unseen.
What begins as a flicker turns into a flood
that washes away the blinding mud.
By a word of creation, death becomes life,
and with it an abundance of spiritual sight.
Though seasons of darkness threaten their view,
theirs is sustained by the Glory in You.
Grace Breaks 