Focal Point
My breath is taken from me and my history is undone
By reflections in the waters that are painted by the sun
For in that swirl and glitter lay the remnants of my heart
Once given and forgotten before my soul was torn apart
Fatal memories fall upon me, I’m overtaken by the grief
Falling tears then stir the waters bringing with them some relief
In that vision of reflection, when life itself is counted lost
I take hold of God’s salvation while remembering the cost
Oh what a joyful revelation that He hung there in my place
Giving me a voice in heaven where I’ll see Him face to face
Phillip Good (From the heart of an average MK)
Remnant's Edge 
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