Doubt Is My Cloud, 'Yet I Rise Poem by James McLain

My value is that of your being advantaged.
Your strengths in my lack of obvious value.
All my fear is the core mine your each being.
My heart of all your deep felt doubts.

And I am my worst only critic.
And from every color there is less
everything more loudly a contrast
my quality lowered when brought past.

And your class through glass I appear
my face through your eyes, is the sea.

I am the very thought from which is you
and by your very sufficiency mind made is.
which I am, by you is proven it could as it should.
Because of beings touched free of necessity
and heart of that most, ' I love by.

wherefore is beating my heart from of the anxiety
my rush of Chiefest the.
The God which Tis, 'for each true
and anything standing stooped may stand up by thy light of
and originally from thine inclination to be palm opens high
from whatsoever itself for the sake of itself,
it can go sleep, ' but never to bed,
Life like any true actor watching therefore
to choose of that clear contrast
and of each living address
and the address of undivine of I-the-you
The spiritual way to you from me, 'I like you some adjust.
Church, was but in her my secret mark, 'Saying I do.