Coffee, eggs and toast
Are no good cause to boast
I have more than enough
Of food and other stuff.
In my few days remaining
Can I, without complaining
Contribute more to this world's health
Than labor, toil for this world's wealth?
I struggle to awaken blinded eyes,
Desiring to become more wise,
And make more plain what is not seen,
Becoming what we've not yet been.
Eternal Life, bear fruit in me!
Let me love, and so be free.
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