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I’ll admit my weakness to the Lord ,

And tell him,

Scilla knows not how to fight the foes,

This to God alone, I will tell.

 

Coz’ I sense his compassion

Even if my woes (however seemingly little) do not merit it,

I know  that God understands,

God knows the complexities of my tears,

He knows that whatever trouble

If by not his strength,

Scilla cannot overcome,

I will weep, and pray for however long I want,

In his presence I will not feign strength,  

And exchange shallow smiles.

God's strength does not wear out,

God does not get tired,

I will go to him,

Day in and day out,

By the discipline he allows,

I will pray diligently to him.

Amen.