If I could cry these thousand tears,
Maybe then I would know,
the depth and power of love,
To wipe away my fears
It's been nigh a thousand nights,
A thousand nights of pain,
As I muddle through this life,
Striving toward the right
The thousand tears refuse to fall,
But blind me nonetheless,
I can no longer see the path,
Instead I grope along the wall
The pain of a thousand nights,
Bring me here, to now,
And yet I stagger to my feet,
as I see the distant lights.
For all the thousand things I'm not,
He is sufficient,
For the thousand times I fall,
Grace upon grace is my lot.
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