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It doesn’t matter —
What other people can do,
What the world may offer,
And what the enemy can give as a deception.

Things we can count by hand don’t count as remainders
But learning to surrender what we grasp and hold on to for so long,
It does matter to God —
A beautiful exchange!

More than gifts and possessions,
More than our very own expectations
More than talents we ought to secure,
More than the strength that capable us

To move mountains and to climb another one —
In the midst of every desperation,
Still, the Giver Himself
He’s the One thing to remain.

At times we found a man not secured
Beneath the mirrors ever breaking in his façade
We see tears splintered into ashes and gray
He has no hope and his hands lack strength —
And so as we’ve sought, we are that man in the mirror.

On the other side of the vast galaxy
We saw the greatest picture the world has ever boast
And where every crippled foot and raised hands land,
There’s that Man who made His body a bread
And there, we drink as His body was raised.