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Current mood:  calm
Almighty and all present power Short is the prayer I make to Thee I do not ask in battle hour For any shield to cover me. I ask no help to smite my foe I seek no petty victory here The enemy I hate, I know, To Thee dear Lord are also dear. The vast unalterable way From which the stars do not depart Shall not be turned aside to stay The bullets flying to my heart. But this I pray: Be at my side When death is drawing through the sky. Almighty God who also died, Teach me the way that I should die.
by. Roy F. Collie, Mine Bay 1943
11:39 AM
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