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.