A Mortal's Cry Poem by Catherine Agunat

Lord, as I glide to the ocean of life
Preserve, defend me to any strife
Spare me from obsessive delusions
That I may have a lucid vision.
I surrender all my baggages,
Be the Captain on my voyage.
And when life's poignant waves will attack,
Take control, into your hand I leave my luck.
Remind me that you prepared a buoyant destination,
When the wind of confusion will try to deceive my direction.
Lord, I am weak and frail
But your love never fail'
I will cling to your mercy and grace
Until the completion of this life's journey and race.
I hope that someday, we'll meet at the golden shore
And embrace me with these words ' well done my child, stay with me forevermore.'