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My last ski trip alone
From out of the Grayness
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Through this valley
by His Grayness
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Through this valley
Dark and cold
Where there seems not
A hope to hold
As winds howl harsh
And death seems near
Lord tell me how
To starve this fear
My knees are raw
From ice and stone
My hands are worn
From prayers alone
If I should perish
Here this night
I pray dear God
To find your light
As Heavens promise
Is now all that exists?
Touch me God
With one last warm kiss.
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Author Notes
The last time I'll ski the mountains alone!
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