It never ends
This safety certain automobile
Of evidence from regret and painful loss
In the dependable and faithfull courses--
Nothing ever gets me there
Except the Hope of eventual
Nondispair
Why have I been so blind
To rank and imitate life in such
Unrepair?
I am stronger in my weakness
If I am able to remember
How weak I am
And how strong is the Great I Am--
Grant me overwhelming power
To live beyond the dependable hour
To look beyond and far above
My own shame of hearts and flowers--
If happy is blinded from reality
To be content and in love so I do desire
With dirt and grime--if only to stay
And remember that I am merely clay
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