How constantly I find myself upon the verge of sin, this source of sorrow always stares me in the face. But there I stood silently, the turmoil within me grew to the bursting point. The more I mused, the hotter the fires inside. Then at last I spoke and pled with God. I confess my sins; I am sorry for what I have done. Don't leave me, Lord! Don't go away!
Bible: Psalms 38, 39
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