This poem was such a gift that there are hardly words to describe . . .  Suffice it to say right now that the words were delivered, as is, to my soul at a time when truly my world had collapsed around me. I sat in a chair in my den completely lost and seemingly without hope to ever be restored. Yet, God gave me a “majestic vision” of what He was doing . . .  and in doing so, He saved my sanity by His astonishing grace. The words came quickly. I grabbed a pen and started writing . . .  here is what I heard, first with the lovely artwork of Elizabeth Tipton and another link to another scrappy version by me

The scrappy version: Raising a Cathedral