No praise will pass these lips again
In exultation of mere mortal men
Who long since now be ash and dust
Wanton fragrance of lingering lust
Though feats of valor I’ll never despise
(My failed attempts much more denied)
But praise I will to Him whose breath
Envelops every life and death
All stories, OH YES they inspire!
But I was pulled out from the mire
My adulation now must go
To the one who made me the miracle
I alone know
