To God; I give my all.
to Him, I give the downfall.
and the arise that holds,
of your cause; I told.
winter may strike may froze.
may even day of ruddy rose.
you the always reason,
of life's changing season.
world is the pain.
that nothing has to gain.
the illusions that muddle
of materiality; will pale.
To You; all I dedicate.
to You all the love and hate.
my whole wish and passion;
a lot of pain and lesson,
that world possess.
all the sorrow it causes.
so my heart and soul;
take me as you the goal.
but, oh God! you hurt me.
I know but it key,
to future; to my best.
goodwill and of golden taste.
Now powered me to tolerate.
may I hold the fate.
from core that shakes,
broke without a break.
let heaven lead; let You bless.
oh God! of thunder to face,
stumbling troubles and sore,
gift from world's floor.
let heal wounds and ready;
new wounds will come. steady!
let me in You let my all;
waiting for Heavens call.
©astrophel
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