I have seen justice
I have watched as others escaped
I have cherished goodness
I have seen weakness burn.
On falling leaves and rising suns
On something as lifeless as rock
On a far away persistent clock
On a granite boulder sealed to hold
A time when things were made to live
A furnace heat to purify silver
A fragment of a splintered heart
A place that once meant nothing
You remain faithful now and forever
You protect all that are oppressed
You reveal yourself in scarlet nails
You provided everything in your sacrifice
Life From A Park Bench 