Remain Thy Name
Lord, I have faced mortality. Let me,
Within the time that is remaining me
Fulfill thy purposes, achieve thy ends,
On earth before my little stay here ends.
I’ve hardly had the mettle, or the means
To understand what my sojourn here means,
And I regret the thought of having to
Leave without finishing what I’m meant to.
In all regards, though, let thy will be done,
As suits your purpose. When my time is done
Let me not say that it was spent in vain,
That all my efforts were fruitless and vain,
For I have done my best, and done my part
Although it saddens me to have to part.
So much for living. Yet I may live sad,
And none may say, will I be happy, sad
Within the time remaining me. This life,
As it compares to any other life,
Contained its share of sadness, laughter, pain,
And I suppose death brings relief from pain.
All is a mystery, and for it all
I give my thanks, that you bestowed it all.
Suddenly life may end, and we depart,
Taking no baggage with as we depart
But leaving all behind. Remain thy name
For men to praise for treasures we can’t name.