still

there is no time
where the maker rests
but still, he waits for me
no tick of the clock
no start nor finish
but still, not a second to waste

there is no grudge
where the maker rests
but still, he knows my heart
I deserve nothing from him
no blessing nor glory
but still, his grace prevails

there is no language
where the maker rests
but still, he speaks to me
with words of fire
not written nor spoken
but still, his words I receive

there are no tears
where the maker rests
but still, he weeps for me
when I am too proud to cry out
not intentional nor planned
but still, he intentionally plans for me

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