Dear God, save the part
Of my soul that's living
For the hope in your will
Where it gets worked out
Toward a perfection of intent
Despite my existence
As I am
Or as I may still be
At the moment of death
Given for love
I persist on a path
Unknown and secure
With trepidation longing
To finally rest
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