So oft I feel I am only ever truly happy In your, my dear Lord's, loving company. That the only other soul that mine can manage to touch without pain Is your heavenly sprit, pervading the universe, which over all things lays. But I know there will come a time when I shall know naught But union in your embrace, which is all this whole fleeting life through I've sought. I know that now is the time that this little dust that I am gets to hold onto life And that I ought spend it in awe of all its blessings, even through all its strife But I only ever wish to stay here, praying to you, And I begin to wonder if all my prayers are actually sin, If what I truly ask for is for that second life to come soon, Along with all the peace that it may bring.