brokenness waxes
as strength grows within
stubbornness relaxes
reverence begins

I am never far enough
to say i’ve arrived
pilgrims journey avoids
all things contrived

so the Lord watches
my weakened stance
as knees fail
in softened glance

and reaching up
I grasp a Hand
of righteousness
where I beg to stand.

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