The whole thing. Not half, not part, not fractions.
All our nature. Not half, not just the stuff that shows, not only our thoughts.
Completely helpless. Not half, not on our bad days, not sometimes.
Victory. Not half, not when it looked pretty, not because we deserved it.
Made completely new. Not half, not some, not just the upper tip of my heart.
The whole thing. Not half, not part righteousness, not the crumbs.
Because if there is anything on this Friday that we are not…
it is half made men.