Today, Lord, I have an unshakable conviction
    A positive resolute assurance that what you have spoken is unalterably true.
    But today, Lord, my sick body feels stronger
    And the stomping pain quietly subsides.

    Tomorrow…
    If I must struggle again with aching exhaustion, with twisting pain…
    Until I am breathless
    Until I am utterly spent
    Until fear eclipses the last vestige of hope

    Then, Lord—
    Then grant me the enabling grace, to believe without feeling, to know without seeing, to clasp Your invisible hand and wait with invincible trust
    For the morning.