To die before death is to live after life
I wander with canes because I am blind
Only my ears listen because I am deaf
My tongue speaks because I am mute
I tremble at words, but I challenge all fear
I do not fear, fear itself, I fear its Creator
It is in my nature to question and resist
To sin is to obey, to ask for forgiveness is to submit
The depths are too shallow, the zenith too deep
The struggle is what we seek, not what it can reach
What can be, is and when He says, it can be
The outward returns in, the servant becomes free
I choose to confirm, to affirm my worn seat
For the wolf strives to lure a lone sheep...

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