Amidst wonders that will never end
There is one that refuses to blend
Its newness knows no boundary
And it's given to all and sundry
If not for mercy as abundant as the sand
Bestowed upon me a mere sand
Of what shall I boast to be His son?
For there are men more worthy under the sun
Our choicest words too feeble to express
How He copes with our mess
The sharpest of brains to dull to comprehend
The kind of mercy that doesn't come to end
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