To your Highness of Grace, and the God above Thee,
I pray for mercy, and hope that you Love me;
The End of Days cursed me, and I was unlovely,
But I pray for deliverance, in your arms as you hug me.
I wave a white flag, and hope in surrender,
You’re an anchor and lighthouse, a guide and a mentor;
I feel weak and defeated, without a defender,
And know that I’ve failed, the purpose I’m meant for.
Please give me mercy, and don’t damn my soul,
Please let me serve Thee, with my all and all;
I do not deserve Thee, but please hear my call,
I praise you as worthy, as I am made small.
A thousand seas away, I would sail to find you,
I’d hope for your friendship, and love while there’s time too;
I don’t know my purpose, alone in a dead world,
And I don’t want to be cast, away like a stone hurled.
Please be my rock, and rescue my life,
From the pit of rock bottom, anguish and strife;
I know we can never be, husband and wife,
But I pray that humanity, is saved overnight.
I pray that Your providence, guides home the sheep,
Away from the cliff, and the mountainside steep;
I long for your care, but I know can’t keep,
Looking into the dusk, with no quiet nor peace.
I don’t fully know, where I will go,
When the planet Earth ends, and in its death throes;
The myriads suffer, and the case is now closed,
And Christ get’s enveloped, with a flurry of blows.
I don’t comprehend, all that You see,
And I know we are different, but alike You and me;
Please be the Guardian, I trust you to be,
Please don’t lock the gate, and throw out the key.
Be nourished and blessed, with the time that we have,
Pray for deliverance, and make us all glad;
I choose a while flag, and honor that’s had,
This moment which I beg, with rags I am clad.
I’m nothing without You, alone I am cursed,
I only wish now, that I had put You First;
Now I am last, 6 feet in the dirt,
And without Your acceptance, my feelings are hurt.
I LOVE YOU IN EARNEST, I LOVE YOU WITH FEAR,
I LOVE YOU TODAY, AND AS TOMORROW DRAWS NEAR;
UPON A CRASH COURSE, I TURN AND I STEER,
TO THE LIGHTHOUSE OF HOPE, BUT HOPE IS UNCLEAR!
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