If tears were words

And humility a flower

If hope brought peace

And desire your power

A poem they’d write

A bouquet I’d bring

And joy my song

Triumphant soul sing

 

If trembling was praise

And loneliness oil

If pain brought redemption

And fear always loyal

My worship be endless

My healing predicted

Fresh mercy each sunrise

No courage restricted

 

If love was complete

And patience your water

If gentleness brought truth

Broken pot met the potter

My heart would rejoice

My thirst find its fill

Lies blown away

Anxious thoughts become still