What if this life has always been, a broken canvas for redemption?
What if this life was never safe, was never perfect, was never fate?
What if people were meant to fail? But failure was not ever meant to be scaled?
What if people, were meant to crack- were meant to crumble-meant to come back?
What if this life, is a shadow of Him? What if this life is crying “resurrection”?
What if my head and heart and soul, found a strong love that gave me some kind of hope?
What if this life never tore this hope from my scraped hands, scarred knuckles, and bones?
What if this life is more than seen? What if beauty and art and words are a window for me?
To see a new land, a kingdom come, to see a beautiful King singing resurrection.