A blind hen
will,
undoubtedly,
find
the occasional grain.
Even if
blind
and deaf
and paraplegic,
as well as
full of
hatred,
ignored by
roosters and
other chickens,
this truth
would still
apply.
It's all
a matter of
the kindness
of our God.
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