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Please Help

Please help. 
Please help. 
Please help. 
I can't. 
I'm trying. I can't. 
Have mercy on me. I can't. 
I want to; I do. You know I do. I can't. 
Please help, Lord. 
I am a mess, a bumbling mess unworthy of Your attention. 
Please help, Lord, please. 
You can help; please help. 

I can't. I can't. I can't. Please help. 
My heart screams. My fingers tire. We can't. We try. But we can't. 
I'm tired. Tired of being tired. 

I want to be that Ronke. The one You have made me to be. The one You say I am. 
I am messing up, over and over.
You said I can. That with Your strength, I can. 
But I can't. How do I? How can I?

I guess I have to start by saying "I can."
But I can't. 

I am the reason I am down, and I don't know how to get up. 
My hands are open now. I don't want to deal with it anymore. 
It's yours.

I can. I can. I can. Because You say I can. 
This is where I trust You. 

I can. Because You say I can.
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