Deep Blue Sky
I look up and wonder why
looking down
to see the sounds
of heavy hearts cried dry

laying dreams and life now done
into a hole
dirt dried by the sun
and a box
covered in flowers

yellow petals plead innocent
joy turned sudden distant
seems no sense
just longing
hearts breaking heavy

But up in the plains of that Blue Sky
I know he flys
little hands held high
worship for no more pain
his little broken body
whole once again

How will we let go
will we let ourselves
embrace the new joy
that comes with the mourning
or let it turn inward
callous our hearts into hard
unchanging and blaming
beings

Let it not be so
we need only some time
given to know
our hearts will soon mend
we're not broken
only bent
and this is what our Saviour meant
about sacrifice.