All the friends I have are gone.
The perfect, habitations and dreams of the present future all vanished without a trace.
Neglect, by my own flesh then I stood alone, alone in a world, a place of torment with a kiss of death.
Observe, I did for all the years and seasons where the glory of a man is once but a moment, abominable.
Precious, minutes have gone by, now I stand alone; forgotten. In the assembly of the multitude, the thunderings and the lightnings, the noise of the crowd.
All has spawn me. I am loved by none, the flowers at the garden, all have turned to thorns.Malice is with me all the days of my life.
Take away my garments and give me a live coal, burn my coats and give me the ashes. For all my days is full of vanity.
Lowliness was found in wisdom, yet I found none, mercy was found in judgment, yet I discovered none, praise was found in God, yet I sought my own path.
Lean on God now, my heart has finally learned. His ways are far better and His compassion is innumerable.
Keep me at my old age, for all my days are trouble and wilderness is all I see.
The keys to the gates of Heaven are in your Hands. Open it for a sinner like me. The latter years are my best years, for the former was all vanity.
Now at my bedside, I see the Hymns of the saints, psalms of the nomads and the Incorruptible inheritance, Christ who is the image of God.
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