psalm 33
nothing in
my hands
in my head,
in my heart
is good or
worthy or true
I am
crumpled, broken
fallen from
the start
my eyes so
often blinded
to my helplessness
forgetting to
run back to You
I stagger,
lurch and tumble
on ice too
thin to hold
what was
lost, then found
still
foolishly seeks to stand alone
when only
by Your grace
do I still
breathe to praise Your name
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