Before I sit to beg your support, you have already answered. You foretold my need. Why do I not already see the capacities you have given me?
Power flows now through my being. Legs pump, hands grasp, tongue speaks. Around me are collected fellows who offer cheer and aid, its own kind of power. All of this — there all along.
Lord, let the ostentation drain out of my voice. You already know my need, I already know your answer. A quiet word is all that is necessary.