In the midst of my shame, 
You have called me by name, 

Cutting through the black,
even though I had turned my back.
Breaking through the scars,
slowly unlocking the prison bars

In the midst of my shame, 
You have called me by name,

Piercing through each tear,
slowly releasing each and every fear.
Unravelling every built up wall, 
holding them carefully as they fall.

In the midst of my shame, 
You have called me by name,

Speaking mercy, love and grace, 
until I can lift my head to see your face.
Looking into those beautiful eyes, 
I hear You say ‘its time for the ashes to rise’

In the midst of my shame 
You have called me by name.

© Helen – 28/2/14