I feel as though right now I should be petitioning to St. Jude, rather than to St. Cecilia. Still, the music comforts me. (Listen to the music, please. It and the words are a perfect couple.) Then there is this:
I am defeat
When it knows it
Can now do nothing
By suffering.
Maybe Grace is in part knowing when to give up on something.
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