zeroes after .

bring me down 
from the mountain top,
the ocean below,
let me measure its depth,
that Your love i may know,
my weakness made known,

when i find it impossible to measure
an impossibly possible God.

the chances are zero,
but i’m not counting,

when miracles are but the movements of Your feet,
ludicrous feats
the shifting of Your weight,

against these odds,
i’d be hard pressed not to stay.

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