The Lord my maker is my salvation, let me call on His name with joy. Let me never undertake anything that I would be ashamed to put before him, though I know I will, at times, for I am weak, I am a sinner. Yet He forgives me all my wrongdoings, not because of anything I have done, but because He loved me, He loved all of us, even though we were all unworthy. Let me thank all the larger voices that dug me from my pit, stood me up and sent me on my way. Let me be able to pay back some infinitesimal of what I have been given, and I know this will take all of my effort, my entire life to do so. May I ask of my Lord, upon my judgement, when did I see you hungry, and I fed you? For this is my only aspiration: that I become able to say, “I am an unprofitable servant. I only did as I was told.” Selah.