Oh Abundant Spirit let me be with you,
Let my life be purposeful,
And as I face the Fires of Evil,
You will cloak me in your Love,
Let the Storms of pettiness rage for I will not be afraid,
I will follow the path of the courageous,
The pathway to your glory.
The darkness will not engulf my hope,
I know that when Death comes I will welcome it,
And my wish is surely to be welcomed to your heart.
And as it is written so shall it be
Amen
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Good write D.
For some, it's the process of actually dying that's the fear, e.g. some chronic, drawn-out illness.
I could possibly set this to a hymn-tune, with your permission. I won't quote you verbatim.
You are more than welcome. It would be amazing.Thank you
Erm, need to think of a tune now - though your poem sounds hymn-like!
Good one David.
Andy
Thank you m amigo.Much appreciated
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