LET IT NOT BE
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Let it not be
That after my struggle under the scorching sun
I depart, for my soul to dine with everlasting torment.
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Let it not be
That I live with great visions embedded in me
But kiss the dust, unfulfilled.
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Let it not be
That memories of my existence,
Would be a thorn in the flesh of men
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Let it not be
That when the Son of Man returns in glory
My garment would be found filthy.
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Let it not be
That when I sow good seeds on fertile land
I live not, to reap its bountiful harvest.
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Let it not be
That my enemies triumph over me and
Cast my destiny into absolute darkness.
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O, let it be
That I live a blessed life pleasing God,
loving my neighbours as myself,and at last,make Heaven.

WRITTEN BY THERESA OGUCHE GLITTS