O God, am I tired. I don't want to fight.
Help me now to seek the light.
My love's so weak, so quickly gone;
forgetting you, I'm quickly drawn
by distractions, devices, by lust and greed;
only when I fall do I recall what I need.
The gleam in the dark, the hope of my soul…
Not my will but yours to the full.
Tale Told 