My desire, my purpose Exceeds my abilities Intimidated by this sacred Responsibility I yearn for the familiar That grants me a security Not to be relied upon The chaos within me Seeks to destroy Even that which is left in me My personal hell I pray to be excused, for favor The strength I use to be here Cripples me under the load I focus, I cry, I beg, I reason And then I crumble, a cowardly heap Crawling in search of a morsel, even a hint Of grace My efforts, my efforts T...