The spirit stands strong - the candles aflame
It wakes in prayer - in heavens name.
But muscles tire - eyes fall shut
Will alone - wont stand the cut.
Between the pain and failing breath.
Would I choose faith - until death?
His grace descends when strength runs dry.
Lord, my soul it longs to try.
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Smith Shine Poetry 
This is a deeply moving and spiritually resonant piece. 🌿
The contrast between the strength of the spirit and the fragility of the body is portrayed with striking honesty. Lines like “But muscles tire – eyes fall shut / Will alone – won’t stand the cut” beautifully capture that human limitation we all face.
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Thanks mate
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