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When I cannot speak eloquent words of thanksgiving or petition
When my mouth and my mind are paralyzed by torrents of rain
When lofty thoughts and big dreams are completely covered under a heavy blanket of night
In these times when I cannot speak and I cannot muster even the tiniest of inward dreams
May my very breath be my prayer, may the mere beating of my heart be a calling out to You.
For I cannot manage anything more in this moment.
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