Dear Lord, my God:
Today I come to ask, again,
For help to make it through.
The mountains ahead are tall and rough,
The valley beyond is deep, so tough.
The days and weeks will try my faith,
The hours and minutes, my strength will quake.
In piles, the dead and wounded will mount,
I could join their number, though stout.
All these facts, of course, You know,
My fears must seem so silly, so very low!
But today I come, oh yes again,
To ask Your help to defeat this sin.

Gregory S. Neal
May 1985