Lifelong coddled by love, care, and guidance
Protected by angels of merciful power
To keep my walk straight,
My sight high in heaven,
My pride down, in ashes,
In brokenness, joyful,
In solitude, thankful,
And I ask: "Why me, My Lord,
Why me?"
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