Never to be like that beautiful soul that wept,
under the heartbreak of 30 years,
I pray - uncertain of any favorable result whatsoever.
Oh those uncertainties, they are my heart's corruption.
So I listen to them.
That booming voice raised in anger -
(I've heard it too many times) -
anger amid her distrust.
But why give her a reason in the first place?

So thank you - for all the tears streaming down my face.
Thank you for all of my own distrust.
Thank you for my unfaithfulness.
Thank you for my disbelief.
Thank you for my fear.
What a tremendous example you've been.
You've raised me so well.