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Lord, if I am to be anything, I am, of all, most unfit for the task.

What shall I do?
Whom shall I cry to but Him who has given me life and planted this spirit in me?
Unto Thee, then, do I cry from the depths of my soul for light to suffer.

If there is anything for me to do, why this darkness all around me?
I ask not to be happy.