Dawn from Defeat.

Turn aside the burning blush

let the fire settle from thy smothered eyes.

Let grace like silent snow fall

and cool thy singed soul.

This is truth and grace abundant

that in the midst of despair

is the gentle hand, the turning sound,

the path made straight again.

Step away from the immolation

shame is not your birthright

You are a new generation

and the dawn is a gentle light.