hovering.

What is the way that a
wound begins to heal?
When all I saw was brokenness,
torn limbs and bloody sins, You
reached through the fractures and
like intangible air the bruise began to remedy
redemption ready, incisions to the gash rendered
restored sanity to a mind filled with
ghosts of past, present, future tenses
And fingers delicate as flowers float
down from the sky's haven and
wash my wounds with sweetness
Mercy's mist, come
wash me, when
death and sin were but
dust in my hands, Your
Word puts life on my bones and
envelops the empty cages with
living breath
breathing flesh

Why are You good to me?
Why are You good?
Because You are grace, and
grace knows no bounds