I walk tall

On open green hills,
in glowing city streets,
I walk tall

not because I am cocky,
not because I am strong,
not because I write the best poems,
because I do not.

I walk tall
because I once walked
through an evil land
with no sword in my hand
with nothing,
nothing to give,
no strength,
no courage,
only weakness
and trembling fear.

Yet, strength came to me.
The harder my battle,
the stronger I was made.
By the hand of the Almighty,
I was made powerful!

When I had nothing to give,
he overflowed me with gifts to share.

I only had the will to do His will,
to be just,
and that was all I needed.

So now, on sunny shores,
in damp forests,
I walk tall

not because I am wise,
not because I am experienced,
not because I am strong,
because I am not.

I walk tall
because I believe
in His Grace.

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