Yourself having forgotten, I have been in crisis;
So please show kindness, hey Depot of Mercy.
With mischief has elapsed the day, unproductive;
I'd forgotten I am but Your offering.
You had sent me forth to go on doing work,
To execute a wish of Yours...
To furnish colored beauty on Your earth,
To suffuse everybody's life with glee.
Time has stayed in hand at this very moment;
Should Your favor be, what more cannot happen...
Pray, may I find the boon of fearlessness
To go on doing work, a song to sing.
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Friday, March 18, 2022
To seek, to strive, and not to yield
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With what little strength remains, Your banner let me carry.
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