I have no claim


God is with us

The little knuckle rap
   In a empty room

Coincidences stop happening

But the most evidence I have

You were not an accident

In the day of our lord

Is your existence

The excitement of a reality
    that has you in it
       Is proof to me

   That hope is worth the pain.

 

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