O joyous life, so good to live,
Not mine to take, but yours to give.
Each day I live, it?s plain to see,
I?m not all I ought to be.
Let not my soul become corrupt
With material things that turn to dust.
Remind me Lord, my soul?s on trust.
Corrode not my mind with greed and lust.
Let my thoughts be sweet and pure.
Help me to tolerate, and endure.
© Elizabeth Anderson 1963
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