May the calluses on my hands, my feet,
May the holes in my worn out shoes,
May the lamp light on, late at night,
Show of my devotion to you.
May the bare cupboard of my home,
May the worship that is due,
May my empty wallet all declare,
My passionate love for you.
When this life is almost over,
When my bones are brittle and bruised,
May my weak voice finally sing out,
Father I'm coming home to you.
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