I hope it’s spring that I’ll first see
The naked light of day,
When God may grant me one more life
To wash my sins away.
And pray, I do, my first few years
Are filled with love and care.
And hope, I do, my mom and dad
Will always be right there.
I wish that when I come to be
A teenage soul again,
I hope that I may find someone
To someday be my friend.
And when I get to be grown up,
A woman, or a man;
I hope to love each one as much
As any other can.
And then if I, when older still,
Find fortune and/or fame;
I pray that I shall not forget
When friends might call my name.
And if, by chance, the winds of life
Bring sorrows to my door;
I hope that I’ll not turn from Him
As I have done before.
It’s then, when I have lived enough
To know His name to call;
I may just come to see my life
As worthwhile after all.
And just before I make my way
To that celestial shore;
I hope that God will say, ‘Enough,
You shall return no more.’
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