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. . . fot I know Whom I have believed, and am persuaded

that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto

Him against that day . . .

---2 Timothy 1:12

Lord Jesus, I feel a slackening in my limbs.

Please forgive my consistent faults and fails,

my often misdirected assertions and whims;

my innate selfishness that so often stales

so many days.  As I labor just to gasp for some breath,

a howling, metaphysical, metaphorical wind loudly wails

around me:  it is the sound of sixty-five years' strife.

Not quite three decades ago, Lord, You entered my life.

I have trusted You for Salvation.  I entrust to You my death.

J-Called

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