O God! I have prayed against all hope for bags of fun,
But baggage stunts growth and loses boast;
Of all needs your knowledge is best and broad,
Yet white lies are never discussed in the affairs,
And white deception can man the degree of hope.
I can understand only a few who follow the story well and fine.
I seek only the pleasing benefits of your mercy.
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