I did not call for help...
I complained and sighed and moaned
Took my seat with sin and scoffer
while he railed and groused and groaned
I did not give You thanks...
Let my heart be formed to stone
when I wallowed in my wilderness;
bedraggled, lost, alone
I did not raise my hand...
Shunned the kindness You have shown
Still, I choose this dreaded desert drift
so, I have not fully grown
"Lord, on the day I called for help, you answered me."
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