You’re right. This thread will be buried with honor. *puts thread into boat* *lights boat on fire*
*realizes he should have gotten out of boat and pushed it away from shore before lighting it on fire.*
God of mercy and compassion look with pity on my pain.
Hear a mournful broken spirit prostrate at thy feet complain.
Many are my foes and mighty strength to conquer, I have none.
Nothing can uphold my goings, but thy blessed self alone.
Savior look on thy beloved. Triumph over all my foes.
Turn to heavenly joy my mourning. Turn to triumph all my woes.
Live or die or work or suffer let my weary soul abide
In all changes whatsoever sure and steadfast by thy side.