I am weak,
but He is strong.
I always seem to get everything wrong.
I thought I could learn how to handle,
but I've learned on my own I'm just a dying candle.
I'm a flame that's going out, I have no hope left but then He appears again.
The Lord is my faithful friend, even in my unfaithfulness and failures,
He is always with me until the end.
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