All day I learn to die little deaths
Killing sinful thoughts and deeds.
In that dying,
Life is released.
I raise the candle of waning light
Pasuing in my work to illumine Truth
To see what was before,
What must now come.
Resolute in the knowledge
I turn my face toward the darkness
To move forward in wisdom
While the last rays of light
Slant towards evening.
With slow purposeful steps
My soul embraces God's sacred trust.
I lay aside my labors,
Willing, by God's grace,
To end this day well
And at peace.
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