My own strength is fragile
My power is inconsistent
My will is not to be trusted.
My feelings try to deceive me, every-time.
One day I’m on fire,
Another day I don’t even feel a smoke.
My soul is weary,
But my spirit is constantly with You
Help me to know & live this.
When my mouth cannot pray
And my soul— distractions prey.
I will in your presence stay.
When I don’t feel anything,
And tongues or fire I cannot say
Help me to still Pray.
My own strength is feeble
It can barely carry me for long.
In my weakness, You remain my strength!
My Desires 
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