Keeping My Mind

I know what is to become of this frame, But I don't know how it will get there. Heart attack? Cancer? Hit by a train? The causes are endless and oft unfair. The "how" of my demise I can't arrange Nor can other mortals the same as me. I wish, however (don't think it strange) To make to my Maker an urgent plea. `Tis this: Don't let me lose my mind. Visit me with every ill known to be. Rack me with whatever doctors find. But my mind, dear God, leave it free. I know it's brash to make this request. Who am I to dabble with things divine? Perhaps then it's best to simply suggest Please, Lord, let me keep my mind.