O Lord of grace the strength of all,
My weaknesses are bare before,
That you would grant me strength!
Enrap my arms with yours,
Crown me with the hidden crowns,
Of humble character firming pain,
For the great hope that beckons me.

Dusting off an old classic,
That is to brush off virtual dust,
From a game I left half played,
Well really quite a bit less,
But now I found it,
Again and search each corner,
For what I missed last time.

Heckled head,
And thoughts seem to flow like a glacier,
A lukewarm brain-freeze stills my tired temples,
And as the memories seem to solidify I leave these planted seeds in your care,
For you Lord water where you wish.