I-YOUniverse

imprisoned in a crippled body

(persuaded muscles matter most)

envying the berserker his might,

had I only one wish of the Almighty,

it would be for one day more with you

struggling in a sinner’s soul

(more self unforgiving than forgiven)

longing to be holy for real,

had I only one prayer of the Holy One,

it would be to be more holy like you

living in a rebel’s heart

(more often hidden or imagined than real)

wandering outside the camp,

could I change one thing about myself,

it would be to be a friend more often like you

but heart, soul, and body are my own

(gifts from God I seldom comprehend),

my life is what it is, come what may,

and all it is, because of you, is better,

and all it is is yours.