Broke the Mold

Praise could never do you justice.

Monuments could not compete to

Overshadow your compassion,

Jar the cradle of your soul.

 

Fill the air with songs of joy

From a heart that lifts with ease

Every heavy burden cast,

Every levy, every toll.

 

Keeping sights set on horizons

With a star to guide the night.

Ever constant, moving forward,

Always conscious of your goal.

 

Healing hands reach ever skyward

Touching angels where they sleep.

Heaven must be missing one.

When God made you, He broke the mold.