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You deserve a symphony of the highest calibre.
You deserve the serenade of the most talented of musicians.
You deserve the tunes of the finest orchestra that man can muster.
You deserve the notes of the most exquisite of songbirds.
You deserve a backdrop of towering mountains, roaring oceans and the uncontainable glitter of the milky way. 
You deserve the most expensive and rarest of earth’s offerings.
You deserve the most talented of orators.
You deserve armies of adoration marching in disciplined unison.
You deserve the company of 1000 kings. 
So why do you notice my warbled song?
Why do you care about my frenzied dance?
Why do you accept the notes of my unsophisticated talents?
Why do you long for my upraised voice?
Why do you seek out my uttered prayer?
Why do you crave my humble company?
Why do you tolerate my divided love?
Why do you woo me until my devotion is complete?
Why do you permit me to come so close, to you?
Why do you permit me to express my unfiltered emotions in your presence?
Why do you allow me to bring my brokenness and scars before your perfection?
Why do you allow me to pour my pitiful offering at your feet?
Why do you invite me to your overflowing table, bursting with provision, and jealously guard a seat just for me? 
How can I ever fathom your love; so tenacious and powerful as to compel you to leave the exalted position of your glory and adoration… 
…to die in my place?

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