give me the faith that pleads even when it is denied of any peace and rest,
like the women who supplicates but for the very crumbs left for the dogs-
or the one who knew healing would come with a mere touch of Your garment
keep me forever at Your holy feet- smiling at the very miseries that i live through while on my way,
yet i ask for help to even extend my arm towards my King and for surety that herein is life itself, at last, a breath of fresh air.