God take me when the night comes
When I’ve read all life’s tomes
The winding river’s course runs
into the sea’s welcome hums
I think I have lived in rolling pastures
With sorrow and joy in equal measures
My hope in goodness was all I treasured
Even when disappointments all but obscured
Life’s thorns made me hurt and sore
At times, not the best dress I wore
Sometimes in sheer agony I swore
But I always thanked thee to the core
Pride and ego I laid to rest
With greed and lust, I never failed the test
Astuteness and judiciousness I caressed
God take me for I’ve done my best
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