The spirit stands strong – the candles aflameIt wakes in prayer – in heavens name.But muscles tire – eyes fall shutWill alone – wont stand the cut.Between the pain and failing breath.Would I choose faith – until death?His grace descends when strength runs dry.Lord, my soul it longs to try.
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