Maddie Miller

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A sound
Second to the bells of consecration
Is the door of the confessional

Opening
The heart in its deepest ache
Is the very humility of one forgiven

The forgotten
Sins finally removed clean
Never to be remembered again

Wounds
Set before the Father’s hands
In gentle care to be healed

Left
Are the broken depths of hurt
Now to be made whole in completion

Behind
All joys He was there
Waiting for me to look

In
His arms now held forever
Found in the home set before

Ashes
Are the lies once written
Burned through the fire of love