Great Gain
Love the Lord—
not in Word alone,
but in service shaped by holiness—
not in Word alone.
Morning comes;
mercy rises with the sun,
grace stretches across the sky,
new again, as if it never tired.
Mercy rises with the sun.
I stumble—
Yes, regrets trip my steps,
But he never walks away.
Forsaken? Never.
Forgotten? Impossible.
Yes, regrets trip my steps.
My day begins in prayer,
And ends in praise.
Every breath between
Is borrowed breath—His gift,
And ends in praise.
He is my reason for rising,
My rhythm for labor,
My rest when night descends,
My rhythm for labor.
Godliness with contentment—
Ah, what wealth!
No purse could hold it,
No thief could take it,
No shadow erase it.
Ah, what wealth!
WoPoLi 
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