I’ve suffered the blows of barbaric people.
I’ve witnessed the wickedness of others.
And now I feel weak. Faint. Fatigued.
But on my knees I cried to you.
And you answered. All that was wrong you made right.
Now I feel strong. Empowered. Exuberant.
You are my strength, Lord.
You are the strength of all who turn to you.
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