God,
Sorry your tools are so rusty.
At best, we get a D.
Very few Daniels?!
Few David's, as damaged and corroded as they are!
Too many Diotrophes's and Demas's?!
Discipline my heart.
Direct my steps.
Detour my missteps back into the path.
Defend me against the Accuser, as right as he is?!
I fear there is a little bit of devilry in the best of your tools.
Use me as you can, even if but as a hammer.
Discard not your rusted tool.