there are people who have endgames, I’m the very least of these
I flourish in the stillness, where l fall upon my knees
it is there my every human trait surrenders to Your Truth
and teaches me The Only Way to live because of You

there are people who have heard You, there are many who have not
but still You manage peace despite their all-intrusive thoughts
as they flounder in the darkness and they fall upon their face
I wonder if their broken bones will lead them to Your Grace

there are people who have endgames I will never understand
I’ll share my words regardless, leave each syllable at hand
may it matter where they came from, may it matter where they go
may words I speak be graceful unto everyone I’ll know