To hope in no other.
To see beauty in no sunrise
When my eyes see not You.
To hope for death
As it ends all striving,
And I am in You, and You in me
Completely.
When now all I see
Is me, far and torn,
Your face do I seek,
Your voice I plead--speak life to these bones.
And so I shall walk, though ungainly,
Toward You. By the hand
You shall take me
Toward You.
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