Covenant

I stand alone on the top of my roof, my eyes are fixed on the trees,
as though I might be granted the grace to become one of them.
For truly, the lights from the floor of heaven look down upon humanity.
They look, but are not seen. They are numerous, but forgotten.
Because man has not the will or strength to open his eyes.
In his desire to own everything, man has refused to see the fullness of grace written around him. Our shame is always before You, yet always we are held in Your eyes. Always, You remain patient bearing our ignorance in silent solemnity. You faithfully shield Your remnant people in the covenant of eternal love. Thank You.