''A Poet's Testament'' Reconceived

For when life's journey ends, I'll at last die;
     and won't be sad (for I'll be old and glad)
because I gave my very best reply
     to God by praising him though I went mad.

Now, I pray daily to be God's chos'n light.
     In spirit, with Him, I make communion:
light candles, burn incense, to spark the night;
     and call His presence to bless our union.

Pure, naked, unblemished, I know the Word.
     In inspired scripture, I'm joined with His flesh;
with verse, I wield His powerfully sharp Sword,
     to let the Waters of Life flow afresh

in measures and rhymes for this testament:
     The one I love, the King of Kings, the Rose 
(of this poem that inspires my sentiment)
     of Sharon from Song of Songs, whom I chose!
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