to the ache that sits pretty in the middle
to the void that floats surreptitiously in my vains
to the pain that seeps stealthily through my bones
i will not tell my God how big you are
i'll tell you how big my God is
even when these tears become no stranger to my sundays
even when i've got a thousand unanswered whys
i'll choose to believe you still are good, and
'whatever the cost, i will still praise you'
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