CARRY ME LORD, MY LEGS FEEL WEAK
FOR IN THE SAND I CANNOT WALK,
WHISPER MY WORDS OF DESPAIR LORD
MY TONGUE IS DRY AND CANNOT SPEAK
TOUCH MY CHEST WITH YOUR LOVE LORD
FOR MY HEART FLUTTERS AND SKIPS
AS IT FEELS THE WEARINESS OF THE PAIN.
GRASP THE FINGERTIPS OF MY HAND LORD
FOR THE PEN THAT THEY HOLD CANNOT
CREATE WORDS OF WISDOM ON THE
GHOST WRITER’S MASTERPIECE.
THE STRENGTH FROM MY FOOTPRINTS, MY CHILD
WILL GUIDE YOU ON MY PATH
TO THE SOUNDS THAT ARE HEARD
AS THE MESSAGE IS FALLING ONTO THE
EARS THAT LEAN UPON YOUR SHOULDERS.
YOUR HEART SHALL BEAT THE MOMENTS
REMEMBERED OF THE TIMELESS PAST
FOR THE BLOOD BRINGS FORTH THE NEW
GIVEN LIFE.
READ FROM MY BOOK OF LIFE THE MANY STORIES
THAT FLOW OF MY GRACE
FOR IT WILL TELL OF YOUR
FINAL MASTERPIECE.