in the shadow of the night
the heart breaks
into worship
for what has she gained
but pure joy
from what was given,
and what was taken

as crushed into a million pieces,
she has found her way
to the hands of grace
that will mold her anew —
her former self gone
forgiven for what was done

what else now could she ask?
as she breaks her flask
and weeps over
her harrowing past
no teardrop was wasted
at the feet of mercy
stripped off of worry,
her hair that was her glory
was let down to wipe
her precious tears of sorry
there with one touch
of faith, unchained,
released from all her pain

here she comes
fashioned fresh
with peace
to greet the first light,
clothed with
much strength
to live
and faith to
believe
in the promise
of her blessing
after the breaking