So Much To Be Grateful For!

I am on a Quest. 
It is a serious quest. 
It requires a request of myself.

In the passage of Time,
I find that time is a commodity
I cannot afford to lose.

However, woe is a Looming tide.
And I have not organized a thing.
As a matter of fact, I am unorganized.
Woefully, so.

Who will help me,
If I don't help myself,
To unravel the Unravelling,
Unravelling to no end?

There is still a little bit of time.
For I am still breathing.
Shallow Breaths, shallow life.
But still I am breathing.

Midnight will soon come,
Then I will have to give it all back.
It is Borrowed, you know--
Every gift, every sorrow.

I count it a Blessing,
Unearned and undeserved.
To wake up, to listen,
To even choose to lose.

I think I want to win
In the End.
I think it's awful hard work
To do so.

His Grace, His Mercy.
His Grace, His Mercy.
His Grace, His Mercy.
Is all I have in this World.