Dear God, though I may never more
Be held in love's embrace,
Please, let me give, without reserve,
Let kindness light my face.
And though I never more may drink,
From love's sweet, gentle cup,
Please grace my lips , with words that fit,
Like two soft turtle doves.
And if these broken wings shan't ever
Lift me to the sky,
I'll rend the very heavens, with
One broken hearted cry.
And if this broken heart of mine
Shall ever more be broke,
I"ll give each broken piece away,
To make another whole.
And God, If in your wisdom,
You've decreed I die alone,
Please bury me high on a cliff,
To see the shores of home.
But if in your great mercy, L-rd,
You've granted me more time,
I vow to dance, to laugh, and love ,
To spread my wings and fly.