To be

What if I can’t raise my hands, and I stand silent as voices raise

What if my knees are bruised and worn, yet I still find it hard to pray


I bow down to no one on this earth

That’s not where I find my worth


What if I don’t resound, with the trumpets that praise my king

See, I don’t love any less, I just find it takes a little more for my soul to sing


I won’t allow this offering

To be any less than a sacrifice I bring


I will come to the altar, I will pray with a heart that’s found

Solace in the quicksand, other times I still feel I’ll drown


From misery

Or from just striving to be

More than what he needs

I just have to be


Me

And let him know

What he’s known since a long, long time ago


That I am his.



10/14/25

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