Prayer

Everything must have a breaking point
But let, O God, my own be very high;
There's somewhere everything is out of joint
But let it not be anywhere nearby.
All ages pass from earth, all men must die
But place the day of passage far away;
The sun will pass forever from the sky,
But let us never near that final day.
All light must cease, and fade to black from grey
But may the colors still be with us yet;
The mind of every man is led astray
But let us now forgive that and forget.
Be merciful, and let this life go on
Although our bank of joy be overdrawn.