For Isabelle

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Blank page

A blank piece of paper

Waiting

Waiting for words of comfort

Comfort for weary souls

Ink flows

Spills like the blood of martyrs

Guiding us toward the waters

Into depths unknown

Into the deep

Words of grace flow from the pen

Restoring peace and joy hope in men

Raising our eyes to Home again

Raising our eyes to Home again

A word of hope breathed to my ear

A song of joy my heart had longed to hear

A glimpse of grace that silenced fear

O Lord, banish all fear!

A friend to walk with on this trail

The words of friends can change each other’s tale

Strengthen us when we fall and fail

Show us the shelter in the gale

In a Roman prison

He sent out truth

When Peter’s Chair was empty

She called him home

And the words you wrote me

Called me on

To run the race

As hope went out as

Letters

Written by faithful servants

Rally the hearts of sinners

Calling them home again

Letters

written by faithful servants

Rally the hearts of sinners

Calling them home again

Letters

Sent from a heart wide open

Sent out into the darkness

Remind us who we are

Remind us Whose we are

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