There is a language.
A wordless – perfect understanding.
The inner makings that form pure joy.
The hallelujah – heart filled glory of achievement.
Through struggle, loss, redemption and back again.
You know when you’ve been there.
When relief comes in like a flood.
And wonder brings tears to your eyes.
A second chance.
And no words can do it justice.
Silent praise for when good comes through.
Soul stirring awe, when dreams are rescued.