Stumble
Struggle
Strain
But
Stand

From the little bird breaking forth from its shell
The fragile, newborn lamb
The wobbly walking baby

To the world-weary
Poor in body and spirit
The one losing stature

Oh, stand!

Can't do it on your own?
Grab a hand

Legs don't work?
I surely understand

For I do pray
That someone may
Get on up on his or her feet
Right there for your sake
In your place
And will
Stand