It wasn’t that my sight was blurred with tears;
I’d spent them all, a day and long night past.
My vision wasn’t clouded by my fears;
I had none left. The greatest and the last

had happened. Nothing worse could ever be.
My hope, my heart had died. It was my mind
was lost in fog so thick I couldn’t see,
so dense I couldn’t hear footsteps behind.

I scarce could make out that someone had spoken,
could hardly move my lips to make reply;
still blind, I turned, and then the curse was broken;
light, breath, and life came bursting through the sky!

Hell, earth, and heaven echoed in His voice –
Death died, Love lives – my soul made whole, rejoice!

~ Rebekah Choat