I don't want to fall, Father,
but the waves are so fearful
and my bones are so frail.
Fear is paralyzing to my heart
and I can barely move forward,
tossed about like a ragdoll.
Will you help me stand,
and hold my heart above
the violent waves of sorrow?
I've been stripped of everything,
soul bare for all to see
and so all that remains
is my broken, weary trust.
I will reach out to you
and hold onto your promises.
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