I am wretched You know, Dearest.
To a man I seem complete,
But to You who see my defeat,
Know my insecurities.
So I lift my hands O, Dearest,
In total surrender of my weakness.
Take them, let me not be its slave.
Teach my heart, mold me Dearest.
Let me long for You and You alone.
Take away my worries, get rid of them
Let me forgive myself, let me move on.
Thank You, Dearest, I praise You.