Dear God,
You throw me a golden ball and it goes strike
I think I'd fall and collapse
But You know me more than I do
If You think I'm ready then I shall be steady
You, as always, have your secret way
I, as I should, can only follow Your light
And I again, as your slave, need Your help more and more...
Dear God,
please help me to change
with the biggest love I have,
Your still-no-good servant.
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