Can this ground ,
(this ground!) be
a planting
for the display
of your splendour?
Can each rock
cleared,
become a prayer
bringing healing
to a long
forgotten place?
What of the glass shards
threatening our
searching hands,
how do they speak to us
of lost dreams,
and times past?
How should we respond?
We will clear and plant
this ground,
sowing seeds of hope
for a future generation
to enjoy.
Then as we sow, as we
raise new songs
to heaven,
will you shower us
with mercy
and with grace?
Can this ground be
a planting
for the display
of your splendour
again?
Eternal footsteps 