The bruises, pain and brokenness strike places yet unseen.
The soul is mystery between our skin and bone.
It's real, its life, has meaning all its own.
I feel, I scream, for meaning and for love.
But God alone can answer me, from places unknown to most.
I hear the voices of this world and scramble for some rest.
The hidden beauty of pure love, speaks softly from above.
Forgiveness, hope and beauty, heals my jaded heart.
The pulse of new life beats within and shows love on the Cross.
The smell of blood, the jagged wounds, the sweat of anguish poured out
Reveal to me for once and all what true beauty is all about.
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