A request, Lord, for I am weak.
I wish to love what you have set before me.
I wish to do well in what I do, yet I wish to stay humble.
I wish to travel the world freely,
meeting new people, touching their hearts, changing their lives.
This job I do, however, it is so broad, yet so limited.
The fundamental flaw of man is never corrected.
The disease suffered and treated is but temporary, a transience.
The flesh withers away, but the soul, O the Soul! It lives on.
Let me live accordingly.
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