I have no aim of my own.
I rise with Sun, and someday am gone.
I have no aim …
I love all, around me; the blooming spread or the ghastly sea.
I blend with good and survive the dead.
Running to heal the pain, and patch their shred.
I have no aim …
I strive for none and crave for nothing, for You are there to usher everything.
I hold no pride in whatever I do because I serve it all to you.
I have no aim ..
Strengthen me to persist in-line.
And prolong the faith in all hearts of Thine.
Neither to glee nor to moan; I wish to maintain a confident tone.
I have no aim ..
I am for Thee and Thou art mine.
I have no aim that is solely mine.
