Never wanted grace like this, before.
I just want to go home afterwards.
How wretched I am inside-out.
I drain my energy to things nonexistent.
Another impossible case.
I hope to pass this test.
Bold. Courageous. Stronger.
Wiser. Steadfast. Zealous.
Father, if you are willing,
take this cup away from me.
Yet I want you will be done,
not mine.
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