and wonder -- what's the use,
and what do I bring to the table?
And God watches,
loving all the while.
We laugh, then bite our lips;
cry, then wipe the tears away,
mourn, and then apologize
for our sorrow.
All the wrongs and differences
we cannot forgive in ourselves,
all the good we ever might have done,
is just a glaze,
preventing us from seeing
through the glass to God's eyes,
God's tender look of love.
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