. . . fot I know Whom I have believed, and am persuaded
that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto
Him against that day . . .
---2 Timothy 1:12
Lord Jesus, I feel a slackening in my limbs.
Please forgive my consistent faults and fails,
my often misdirected assertions and whims;
my innate selfishness that so often stales
so many days. As I labor just to gasp for some breath,
a howling, metaphysical, metaphorical wind loudly wails
around me: it is the sound of sixty-five years' strife.
More than three decades ago, Lord, You entered my life.
I have trusted You for Salvation. I entrust to You my death.
Starward
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