These words are pale and paltry,
these hands unworthy to write them.
This voice is weak and quiet,
unsuited to sing His praise.
These feet are clumsy and graceless,
how dare they dance for Him.
Yet i would write until my hands bled
i would sing ‘til i had no voice
i would dance for Him till my legs gave out.
He is Risen! He is Risen indeed!
Happy Easter. God is good.