Oh the shining sparkle amidst the mess
Of success rising out of stress
Those who struggle and overcome
Where I have contended and come undone
Reaping fruits of faithful labor
They feel the pressure and still are able
But I, I live in a grayer place
Of greater failure and Greater Grace
In this no honor may I claim
Just Hope
That in my weakness Christ wins fame.
5.16.2012
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