A Plea For Help
Be thou, O Lord, a shield for me;
like clay, mold my life as you'd have it be.
Help me, please, with the cares of life,
to daily conquer fear, hate, and strife.
To trust with all that you've placed within
and not look back at what I've been.
To remember the vows, to you I've made
and play my role, as you'd have it played.
To live my days allotted, one by one
and still be pure in heart when they are done.
Then, at the end, as I look death in the face,
I'll know that there exists a better place.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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