Hat tip to Dickens and The Beach Boys
Expecting good seems a curse
When circumstances get worse
The loss of rigor
Acts as a trigger
Causing my peace to disperse
It seems wiser to just not care
About the good that’s not there
Detachment’s one way
To trust and obey
Amidst an unanswered prayer
Yet Christ expects me to believe
That I will His Kingdom receive
When I don’t just cope
But vulnerably hope
By wearing my heart on His sleeve
And this is the great paradox
A crazy that’s smart like a fox
The chances I take
When I risk heartbreak
Heaven on earth then unlocks
Today I will risk
Feeling like hell
To destroy it
Radically Happy 
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