Extol

The human frailtie's grave
A life worn out by endless reflections
Has shattered every single last hope of rising again
Has defied Your advise and counseling
The sinful nature causes a weak discipline
And drags me to the human frailtie's grave
Self inflicted wounds
Innumerable false steps
Unforgivable mistakes repeated to a frightening agree
Gradually growing conscious of the habit-forming addiction
Through me all actions fail
The human weaknesses
Are once again at force
In unrecognizable shapes
New structures each time
Fragile symptoms constantly show new characteristic sides
I myself am weak, am nothing
Uncontrolled line of thought and color my manners
I know there is more to reach for
I know where strength is found
The overflowing, everylasting source
Within You my maker
With You by my side
The safely directed journey
In me, around me, Your presence
Enriches, creates, gives life
You offer completeness
You are hope