I fought the fight
But in vict’ry lost
For love was not my aim
I battled well
And landed blows
As I played my mindful game
The gift you gave
I trampled down
Beneath swift moving feet
The precious time
You offered me
Was turned to bittersweet
Too often, Lord
It tends to be
That I get in my own way
This Sabbath time
I pray will be
The first of new born days
For short it is
This time we have
To offer hope divine
So take my faults
And breathe new life
My heart be yours not mine

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