Lord, I have listened to the stories of your legendary deeds:
Some wandered in wastelands, lost and lonely. They cried out in their crisis and you delivered them from their distress.
Some despaired in darkness, imprisoned and isolated. They cried out in their crisis and you delivered them from their distress.
Some sailed the sea and were stranded in its storms. They cried out in their crisis and you delivered them from their distress.
Some subsisted in sin, conceited and contemptible. They cried out in their crisis and you delivered them from their distress.
Like those in your Book, at times I am lost, imprisoned, stranded or contemptible.
Like those in your Book, I know what when I cry out in my crisis, you will deliver me from my distress.
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