Not in vain, and not in random
Life was given me by Lord
Not without His will unfathomed
We are forced to die and rot.
With my own wayward power
I appealed a vice from depths
Made myself unhappy, dour
Filled my soul with great distress
Come to me, who I’ve Forgotten
Shine through darkness of my mind
Be my God, my path, my warden
Make my heart alive and kind.
not in vain, and not in random
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