aged and chubby, tired
by 8 and prone to pain
that gathers in my knees
and knuckles; yet
my spirit shines
immortal, cast
gleaming hot, an
image-bearer. I
look like my Creator--
more and more I can't
wait to see His face
blazing glory and
hear His voice rolling
like the waves that slam
into the shore. He
will call me His
little one.
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