a straight up stand

I, alone, rise to fall before my master—
it’s you I see and straighten when I had slouched!

I, proud and aloud, sing his praises—
it’s you I see and straighten when I had slouched!

I, standing and strong, bow before him—
it’s you I see and straighten when I had slouched!

and I, upright again, know I am heard—
it’s you I see and straighten when I had slouched!

then, the floor finds my forehead falling for forgiveness
at all of the memories I hold and lost;
and again, I get high to get low once again
and remember the place I cannot forget.

what else is my stand but where I go over and over—
like a cycle of charging the motor in my chest

with fuel for the fire burning away what’s untrue,
leading me through the sky to what brought me to you—

and though all that I owe is forever, up above—
it’s you I see and straighten when I had slouched!

o what mercy is the of one who earns all consideration,
and, yet leaves all to love whomever they wish!

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