My mind is prone to wander,
and my heart oft to walk astray.
In desperation, I cried to the heavens
for a way to keep on the path.
I had hoped for a boon,
something to make my devotion easier.
Instead, my trials become harder,
and for a moment, I thought you cruel...
Now I recognize that
even the trials are a privilege,
a bitter medicine that is hard to swallow
but good for the soul.
It forced me to rely on you,
to trust more in you.
Even in my wrestling
I was still in your presence.
Now even my troubles remind me of You.
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