like that firework over the freeway

and until the Day
I wrap my fingers
around
that
grace
I will be elsewhere
but belong to You
like melted wax
or feet on a staircase
I belong to you
that I am poor,yet rich
but mostly poor
they drive by
they don't know what's inside
stairs creek and boards shake
with you they will
and with You they won't
You never gave up and
I never give in
I will be there until that Day