Inspired by Isaiah 61
When you’re reduced to ashes
He cares for your gashes
Lovingly cleans your wound
Then your heart will be tuned
To his will, divine
No, nothing can malign!
With beauty, he adorns
You’ll thank him in your thorns
He gives a garment of praise
For a spirit of heaviness
He clothes you with gladness
And removes your sackcloth
Life Less Ordinary 