Lord,
Please
Take my thoughts
Before my soul rots
Take these darts
far away
Sharpen the arrows
To Your sworded
Spirit
As far as the east
Is from the west
To the depths and widths
Of the Oceans
Or take me home
To live with you
In peace
Where souls don't rot
By taking every thought
Captive
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