“Battered and torn, Still I can see the light
Tattered and worn, But I must kneel to fight
Friend of mine, What can’t you spare
I know some times, It gets cold in there
When my legs no longer carry
And the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for mother Mary
And I shall not walk alone”
– Lyric from The Blind Boys of Alabama’s “I Shall Not Walk Alone”
And we don’t.
Battered and torn? You bet. Tattered and worn? Yeah, in several different senses of the words.
Still, if you’re reading these words, there are about 7 billion people, give or take, who’d trade places with you. With us.
Sometimes, our legs get pretty tired, yet we shall not walk alone.
Happy Sunday.
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