I'm thankful in the days that my heart is hopeful,
and there's food in my belly when I rest somewhere dry,
how such things can change and awful quickly,
trials leave hope in short supply.
Three knocks at my door show me up weak and lacking,
there are three rungs in the ladder to the pit,
first the fear of future then there's the shame of my past,
third the sorrow on which I now sit.
Oh courage, to take on the world that I face,
oh courage, to act as a better man would in my place.
Sometimes I forget that I am more than my failures,
with potential for compassion I am built to show love,
fear is like a fire that exposes my foundation,
for better of for worse it gives my confidence a shove.
Oh courage, come now restore at least a part of me,
oh courage, another night is calling and I must fight things that I can't even see.
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