He's the strongest
I am the weakest
He knows all
But I am limited
So, I bend my kneels
To draw from His fountain
For wisdom, guidance, protection
I petition Him for my needs
He's not tired of me
His hands are wide
To embrace me despite my frailties
A day without submitting to Him
Is like dwelling in the desert
Where there is no refreshing
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