I have a wish and I will tell,
I have no desire to rot in hell.
Please look down and pardon me,
So I might grow ever closer to thee.
Though storm clouds mass, the world becomes colder,
Through my day to day life as I grow older.
I hope that you might comfort me,
And keep me near, closer to thee.
I have seen the good and bad,
Lived through the joy and felt the sad.
You are my rock, all that is good in me,
And I pray, "Oh, dear Lord, pull me closer to thee."