Jesus, please, get down here and do your part. I’m not smart enough to figure this out. Hide me in the pocket nearest your heart. It is not enough to have self-sympathy. Shelter me in the shade of your empathy. I don’t want to be flayed by the enemy. This is a problem only you can solve. Teach me the fine art of what is my part.
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