Stone is lifted again at dawn, hands steady with hope and fear. What was broken is carried upward, not erased, but restored.

Cloud descends where mercy speaks, and the LORD stands near His servant, proclaiming His own Name aloud so the heart may hear and live.

Compassion before command, grace before law, patience written deeper than the lines of stone.

Slow to anger, rich in love, faithful beyond our failing, He binds Himself to a people still learning how to stand.

Moses bows where glory passes, face to dust, soul awake. What shines is not the stone alone, but the mercy that remains.