she exists

she'd never tell you
but she's on the very edge
of the abyss
and west of the cumberland
two hundred miles away
she's there laying down her future
for the hope he'll somehow be there
but he's gone
and there will be no laughter
only lonely walls and steeples
shouting psalms of hollow expectation
and the heatbeat never ceases

but then...
there's grace
flooding through the shadows
on the wings of dawn
there's grace
from birth it's been there
let it roll down
like a stone on sunday morning
dawning coronation
there's grace
and glorious redemption
tender, broken woman,
He is singing to you
alabaster blessed
and he
says
come.