A Prayer in Prose God, you have made me something singular. I look about and suffer constantly at the magnitude of my being. You alone are God, but you have made me your self, or else you have made me as some sort of malicious joke. Where are you God, if you are not my spirit? Where can I go to for Your guidance? It is in your word, and it is the faith in your will, but how can I comprehend if not by your omniscience? Who can I rely on to have the...
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