Dec 14, 2010


I am surrounded by troubles

While I seek my destination

Wits are gone; what should I do?

Gloom is there where I can see

I’m worn out by constant moving

Now I stagger

The ship is left, I fear drowning

O Lord! Save me

Be there in my writing as a power

Forgive all my faults I pray

And send some lights on my way

I seek thy blessing for the world.

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