I sit here alone, thinking, watching how the moon’s light glows.
Meditating upon the garden water there below,
I’ve only just begun to spend my life, to have some fun-
But as I think of all I’ve lost, the hurt hangs on; so slow to go.
I’m now full grown and called a man-but really, is that what I am?
My heart's so young, it feels like new-
To think I’m getting old makes me very blue.
Lord, Just let me laugh and be the clown I am.
Please give me dignity and grace-
So I can have the strength to face…
These final days that seems to race…
Let me have some time to do all I can
So facing death won’t be such a task.
Please Lord, thy will be done, that’s all I ask.
- Elvis Presley 1977
Psalms 38
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