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Help thou my unbelief; I stand alone
beneath a load of sin and doubt. I grieve, unsure of how to find my way back home. But, Lord, my whole soul hungers to believe. Help thou my growing faith; I follow thee with hope that every precept, every line of truth and righteousness will strengthen me and bring my will in harmony with thine. Help thou my life-long journey; walk with me. Thou art my best support, my truest friend. I strive to mirror thy humility and walk thy path, enduring to the end.
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