6/3/24
My Lord, how much I must depend on You
How often must I learn this Truth anew
How quickly, on my own, I simply fall
United let us be, once and for all
Even when it seems I’m growing old
Still more, Your wounded hand I firmly hold
In dying to myself, in You I live
Let nothing hold me back when life I give
Every good in me to You I owe
It’s only lost when, proud, I let You go
And so, bent low, I ask You fill my soul
Immersed in You, let me now live in full
Pilgrim Poet 