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My breath was shallow. The heart within my chest so heavy I feared it might break loose it's moorings. No joy. No hope but death.
I prayed His consideration that I might not remain. How much better the grave than this horrible plight.
I slept an hour and woke in the same place. Through with me? No. Regardless how useless a man I am, He is not useless.
His Spirit is not death. Life is His command. And I am His friend if I do whatsoever He commands. Well and good. Life in obscutity is still serving Him. And, He asks, "What do you know of My ways"?