I stand before my Father in filthy rags. Soul stained with sin. Once again I failed in my search for the perfection of Christ. Strong winds tear at my sails and my rudder's broken. Only You can bring my to safe harbor.
I cry for You to rescue me from my enemies, for I am tired and sick. Touch me with your mercy and everlasting love.
Give me strength to stand and fight. My bones are weary and my pain is great. Without You the sun ceases to warm me. Wheat does not satisfy my hunger. Water does not quench my thirst.
Anything is nothing without You. Give me strength to grasp Your hand again.
Praise be to the Lord God for all He gives. Take me where I need to go. Make me who I am.
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