The Pilgrim Lone But Not Lonely

As I become older,
and my strength begins to fade,
and I know that the end,
is near for me,
I will only become bolder,
as the heavens open up.
Jesus, my aid,
is hear for me.
I never once was perfect,
and many storms have come.
Yet, from me,
the Lord has never strayed.
Oh Lord, I may not be worth it.
Still, you paid it with your blood,
and you made all my sins go away.
So as a pilgrim I walked this earth,
and I made a few friends,
Yet, I always was lone and by myself.
Though I always felt your presence.
From dust I came, now back to dirt.
Now I see your scars,
of thorns and of nails.

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