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“For a day in your courts is better than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness.” (Psalm 84:10, ESV)

He’s better than we know
Better than we ever dreamed
He’s better than this world’s brochures
Better than the glitzy magazines

He’s better than what believers hope
Better than what detractors say
He’s better than a world of “nope”
Better than the feasting day

He is better than “hope” and “change”
Better than GDP
He’s better than our founding fathers
Better than democracy

He’s better than the rat race,
Better than the car
He’s better than a bank account
Better than “under par”

He’s better than your broken nights
Better than your lonely hours
He’s better than the tears and fights
Better than the sobbing showers

He’s better than what you used to have
Better than what you lost
He’s better than what you gave up
He’s better than your cross

He’s better than how we treated him
Better than nail-pierced hands
He’s better than what we’ll ever give to him
He who saved the sons of man

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    1. Thanks, Brother. The key is setting the bar real low at the start :)

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