What is life that we should live it?
Purpose o'er random lonely existence?
Life before the womb we fit,
And prevail in this mere mortal resistance?
A chance to prove our will submit,
Endure the trials and go the distance,
And if by grace His joy permit,
Enfold in love by His insistence.
Our faults o'er look in needy spirit,
Through only His divine assistance,
What stirs the heart we can't omit,
Love eternal, our joyous subsistence.
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