Make me humble and yet meek,
simply honest, simply weak,
getting slowly to my feet.
Make me fearful, unafraid.
Give me faith still unbetrayed.
Let me
Doubt my eyes, believe the world,
hold my heart and love my girl.
Torment still torment must be
to live by death, by blindness see,
be filled by fasting, by deadbolts freed.
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