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Timbers
How can I take pride in these ashen hands?
But I am full of joy for the honor that You build for yourself in these fragile timbers.
You are making magnificence in these deep waters with your very hands. They stir me into delicate pains to shine out this glory that You have kindled in these ragged garments.
It is not mine, but I bear it to where 'ere I go, to where 'ere you take me.
And it causes me to paint my soul upon these wall, these rocks, that those who might pass by may see your works of passion and praise your hand, your heart, your face.
-BY