I have nothing but your generosity to put my hope in.
Nothing.
For I stand at Your door holding broken scraps
And yet you open
Save me from this storm
I am the most helpless of all your slaves.
And I'm lost
Wandering in the middle of a forest trying to find my way
But all the trees look the same
And each path just leads back to the beginning
No one finds their way out of this forest
Except whom You save.
Save me. For truly, truly I cannot save myself.
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