I know that I am not a perfect man. That I am flawed, broken, and prone to mistakes and failures. The works of my own hands his fade and crumble. I know that whatever I do, someone my get unintentionally hurt.
Be my strength, for mine will fail quickly, if it hasn’t already failed. Be my courage, for I am a coward. Be my wisdom, for I am a fool and bring only suffering with my actions. Despite by brokeness, use me to carry out your will. Let the Gospel pour out of my lungs.