Among the ruins
Beauty found
The seed to rebuild anew
Breathing new life into a deflated sky
Pumping new blood through the veins of the day
Resolve tested
Dissolving illusions
Concrete thoughts poured to lay a new foundation
Blessed are the poor at heart
Baptism of this new birth
The rain comes and washes away the debris
With dirty hands and muddy feet
We toil away
God is not a casual observer
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