A spritz of wine for the shed of new blood

And a crown of beauty for my ashes of grief, shame and disgrace

While the weight of grief runs heavy,

In the valley, dance my sorrows away 

I can learn to love the mornings with you and trust your plan 

You question how much of this you can take.

Yet, the mere fact that you made it this far is indeed by grace.

And now this place. 

Despite it all, I know he has been good to me 

To this, I hold.

Between the seas and galaxies, I care to know about the in-between

All the meanwhile, in hopes that I do not weary of doing good 

How precious my soul must be for you to have saved me.