Grateful

You didn’t heal me because of my great faith
We both know - my faith is always shaky.
You touched my weakened soul when I stretched my hand 
Your always steady strength shored me to safety. 

You show me mercy time and time again
Just like my father, embraced me with kindness.
Protect me like the most fruitful grain 
Even at times of my spiritual blindness.

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