A Prayer For The Living (Tell His Story)

 Where have all the good days gone,

the days of health, the days of strength?

Every day now, 'fore the dawn,

I know there will be pain at length,

but I cannot turn from my task

to hold genuinely to a smile,

so this, my Lord, is all I ask,

that You hold me all the while

my body fades and wastes away,

through the endless aching night

and through the challenge of the day

that I remain, and that I might 

pass on the blessings I've received 

to the ones in greater need.

Syl suggests I not pass on my ice cream.

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