All the way back I have not talked to anyone but You.
The prayer I have uttered over and over asked for nothing but a miracle
for I know You, only You, have the power to give and take.
I have failed myself but You, my author, never.
Under Your hand the most beautiful stories are written;
even when the queen of bleakness laugh, in Your arms my dreams are secured.
Hear my petition, dear Papa, I have no one to turn to but You.
Your promises alone in tears I persevere still.
Help me.
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