Denied the goods that would have pleased
We turn to best, though not with ease.
They weren't poor fare, which caught our eye
But these can blind and best deny.
It was a mercy that loosed our grasp
From things most prized and tightly clasped.
For when we lost all hope for them
Our eyes turned onward, and we saw Him.
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