Fervently helpless
Recklessly senseless
See a long way yet lies?
but he's Majorly fainted
Who can help?
The load does faint him
Who will guide?
O! He's lost the bearing
He searchs in tears
He pants with fears
That which he called a fiend
now turns a sum of wasted years
Hath he knowledge that knows not
the begining Thou art?
Hath he Wisdom that choose not
the deeds thou can?
Hath he Strenght that cannot
himself conquër?
I conclude that man is to himself
a tyrant
But Thou O God,
thy hand reach forth
And Thou O God
till love be won
One day twil be
his trembling gone
Because he did
surrender all.
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