Even when my throat can't sing,
I will praise You for Your grace.
Even when everything is a blur,
I can see clearly Your face.
Even when my fingers can't grab,
I can hold fast to You, my God.
Even when I'm weary and drab,
I am strong with Your bod.
Even when my flesh rejects me,
I am accepted and loved by You.
Even when all fails and leaves me be,
You life and breathe and true.
Passionate like a bear. Stubborn as a ram. Systematic as a rocket scientist.
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