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I admit, in the morning before I dress the acknowledgement of your presence is often dismissed, I know there is no excuse or no real reason why so I stand here ready and willing to confess, but then I begin to wonder where does all this added stress come from, it’s like when I think I got it all under control out of control everything goes, I thought I did everything the way I was supposed….I tried to handle things the right way, my way, but if I had done things your way the first thing I should have done is stopped to pray; Whateva, whateva let’s get back to the jist of it all, when I was on the right track but didn’t realize how easy it was to slip and fall, I should have known something was wrong when I didn’t think of you at all, when my back was against the wall and I could find no way out, when all I could was close my eyes and shout, but your name didn’t come out until the time was almost too late, when I was pushed three spaces back from heaven’s gate, but you pulled me back in the minute I paused to say “Lord forgive me for my sins” you had mercy on me, you forgave me, and even after all I’ve done you still love me but still I fell that no one loves me….confusion trying to overtake me, but Lord you said the power of life is in the tongue meaning whatever I speak shall be so I’m saying now Lord save me…help me…guide me…I want to be more like thee…so please take this confession as a repentance and re-mold me.