Fain

(Gladly or willingly)

My eyes do no justice to
how beautiful you're in glory;
Yet my sight will I not withhold
from your wonder.

My lips do no do justice to
how worthy you're of my highest praise;
Yet my voice will I not withhold
from the worship of your name.

My lines do no justice to
how indescribable you are;
Yet my ink will I not withhold
from bleeding out your praise.

My feet do no justice to
how much joy you give;
Yet I'll dance in mad love
and even lose my dignity.

All of me does no justice to
the design of your image;
Yet my life will I not withhold
from declaring your faithfulness.
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