New Covenant Song 9








This poor man will cry out,
This desperate woman will sing…
For I was like
a motherless child…
Now received and cherished by desire…
that was born in the heart of heaven.

A rough block of ore,
Now stroked and polished with divine intent…
Like the ruby adorned by the breasts of the Queen.

We are each and every one…
the favorite of God…

Fear?
I don’t remember your face?
I don’t remember your name?
I don’t remember your charge.

I’ve been embraced by Splendor,
Spoiled by Grace,
And lavished with Mercy.

I am full.

xtnyoda shalomed