Dear my God, I worked all my life for my own will,
And wandered far to chase each fleeting flame,
In search of joys—to quell my thirst and fill,
The fields I tilled—-the oil I sold for gain.
I roamed by dales, my shelter there I found,
In the sweet vineyards, where I relish sunshine.
In schools of wisdom sought the truth profound,
With every soul to match these dreams of mine.
But far from Thee, my heart knew no release,
Though every wish and the hope I did attain,
I wandered still, devoid of inward—peace,
And I seek at last to ease this endless pain.
Pardone, dear Lord, for straying far from Thee,
With Thee alone my soul shall set me free.
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