Let my eyes grow dim with age
And still, You’ll be my clear vision.
Let my eardrums cease to sound
And still, will I know Your voice.
Let my tongue savor no tastes
And still, will I relish Your words.
May my mind grow dull and confused
And still, will You my thoughts orbit.
May my fingers lose their strength
And still, will my grasp on you grow.
May every smell become to me foul
And still, will I scent my true home.
May the warmth of my blood turn cold
Yet still, will Your spirit in me burn.
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