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The magnitude of my gratitude

Is almost overwhelming:

A jittery jubilee wherein

I’m Like a leaping salmon

In a season of spawning.

No matter the current,

No matter the voracious obstacle,

I will bask in this miracle:

I surge with a Spirit inside,

Seeped in flesh and revealed in the tide.

I know my direction

And the One in whom I reside;

No longer a guppy

With mindless mouth gaping wide.

Have I had rocky barriers?

Sure, but the greatest of them was my pride.

And to wrestle with that

Is a necessity to get me to strive

For better,

For purpose,

For whatever His will provides.

So my smile is purer than

The past sins which I can’t hide

From Him.