My bruised heel
My wedding feast in a psych ward cafeteria
Persecution keeps the guest list short and sweet
Mary passes through on slippered feet
If I'm to die then this is how I'll live
For things unseen, my hope does the heavy lifting
When we finally meet and speak of this,
Will you tell me my suffering meant something
Or will the picture I painted be found lacking
How I long to hear your voice
To place your hands in mine
To see our daughter smiling,
Her face divine
Lord will you bless my faith
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