God of my God, illumine me,

divine my nature from the sea;

usurp no pow'rs, abide my hours,

steadfastly wait, and let me be.

When times are tough, I'll see you there,

I'll meet your frowned concerned stare;

I'll keep my tears, debate my fears,

divine myself, and self repair.

If this be done, and I remain,

I'll smile at your reraveled skein;

in that great bliss, if it exists,

your hand is given not in vain.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a sort of hymn that came to me a while back.

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