This weight is too heavy.
The bones of my shoulder are becoming ash.
Meant for the wind, they blow away.
I hope you can feel them surround you.
They reconstruct themselves to lift up your burden.
Here, we can hold up what one could not.
Support is done in every action.
All the while holding onto the pain.
All the while holding onto each other.
Angel wings for sinners who keep trying.
Wings for those who were called home too early.
We are still standing with trembling knees.
A never ending burden for us to hold.
Unbroken. Unbroken. Unbroken.
Not just for ourselves but for everyone touched by grace.
Lifting for a lifetime.
Generations will not retire your name.
Be good to each other,