Riding along on waves of beauty
Wondering how it became mine.
I don't deserve this Love
That's proven one of a kind.
Suffering for the righteous, luxury for me.
So unfair that this is how it must be.
The gracious are lost in life unplenished
While shallow exist without a care finished.
Maybe it's the other way around.
The poor are rich and the vain, impoverished.
The broken will be blessed, their Wealth abound.
The haughty will fall, their luxuries useless.
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