All of My Help Cometh From The Lord

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Patris ignosco mihi. Enim ego peccatus.

Give me strength, Father. Give me strength, and give me patience. Only You understand. Only You would make my life better. Only -You- would take my pain. Every day that is made more plain. My faith shall make me whole.

Psalm 91:1-4
"# He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
# I will say of the LORD, [He is] my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
# Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, [and] from the noisome pestilence.
# He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth [shall be thy] shield and buckler."

Glória Patri
et Fílio
et Spirítui Sancto.
Sicut erat in princípio,
et nunc et semper
et in sæ´cula sæculórum
...
In nómine Patris, et Fílii, et Spirítus Sanctí
Amen.

(people ask about my faith. and try it. but...in the end? people fail you. sometimes they even take delight in disappointing you just to see you fall. but i know where to lean. herein lies my strength. i trust and depend on no man. with no woman lies my heart. i am my own person. i accept full responsibility for my actions. and...in the end? i will be judged. but i will -not- be found wanting. of this, i swear)