...and they woke Him up saying, Lord, save us! We are perishing!"
My heart goeth unto Thee O Lord and with it all my cares. As wind doth blow and toss me with torment I keep my eyes a-glare. Send peace and calm the raging storms for if not I shall die. But die I will and gladly so that I could spend with Thine. Yet give me one more day to beg of Thee and cry aloud, for man is nothing good unless he is not proud.
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