though callused hands and a seemingly dimly-lit heart may fail,
if they have glorified You,
let them be strengthened.
if i walk through the night, my hope fading as the duskward sun,
let me turn wholly to You,
my face warmed by Your light.
if i feel nothing again, so be it,
but let me still sit awestruck at Your feet
and whisper in chorus with the seraphim.
if i do anything at all,
let it be by Your grace,
as i marvel wholeheartedly, forevermore.