Ashes on the Altar

Just let the hurting land." And something in that simple mercy started shaking loose my stone.
Like a crack of dawn in winter, like I wasn't quite alone.
Grace found me when I was gone.
Grace found me and held me on.
I lost my voice, I lost my flame.
Grace found me and called my name.
I was leaning on a canyon, with my fist against the sky.