I have awoken
Gently anxious
Beautifully broken
I have stretched
My slim and sculpted
Arms with
Weak and aching
Shoulders
I have hoisted
My young yet faulty
Beautiful though broken
Aching body
I have lifted
My old and gentle
Bold though graceful
Soul inside me
And within me
All that cries
Is
“Holy, holy
Lord God Almighty.”
And I taste heaven,
Healing, glory –
I both know and feel –
That these sufferings
Cannot be compared
To the glory that will be
Revealed
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