Grace is bursting through the cracks
Through the fictions and the facts alike
In the tales that poets weave
In the lessons mothers leave through life
Mercy fills the elements
Spans the water, earth, the wind and fire
Sparrows sing the morning hymn
Rivers rush to join them in the choir

You are the end and the means
You are the meaning of everything
That I find at my fingertips
So when I don't understand
Can't feel the touch of Your nail-pierced hands
Thank you, Heaven, for your fingerprints

Beauty fills the artist's lines
Undergirds the Psalmist's rhymes and tones
Carries me to Heaven's door
To gardens never walked before but always known
Reflecting through a smile
In the laughter of a child at play
Commonplace is holy ground
Seek Your face and You'll be found along the way