I am aware my life’s on loan: tho due
To be redeem’d when e’er Thou choose to call
Still yet awhile, doth Pray my days accrue
Allotted span perchance this once forestall
Thru early years my Spirit roam’d as free
No fear of intervention from ‘On High’
No obligation felt as now, to Thee
In innocence of youth I dwelt thereby
As time didst pass, mine eyes beheld the light
Oft’ emanating forth midst darkest hour
Twud bring a sense of comfort, aid the fight
With strength to carry on, Thou didst empow’r
I scribe here now with quill on ‘Sacred Scroll’
Indemnifying debt against my Soul