O God, where might you be now,
When in my memories you I remember?
To you with folded hands, lowest bow,
Seek guidance through life’s meander.
O Friend, where now do you dwell,
That my eyes fail your sight?
I want for me you to tell,
That my path is safe and right.
O Brother, do you hear my voice,
Across the lands, over mountains high?
I am ready and made my choice,
Pack my bags, the journey is nigh.
O Love, to you a question I now ask,
As I set out, will to stride;
Will you for me, do one small task,
Take my hand, in this journey of life?
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