could you believe you’ve gone too far?
has his great reach stretched to its end?
“oh son of man, can these bones live
in shambles though they stand?”
“the only answer i can propose
is that thou knowest, lord”
out from the graves, from the mouth of death itself
raised into mercy, delivered from all chains
not one thing stands outside his grasp
not one of you would be denied
if only you would turn to hear
the kindness of his call
let no thought enslave you
let no man dissuade you
let no chain still bind you
let no fog still blind you