Moaning My Last

Hailing Oh God!

Hold on my thought,

How have I been brought.

Hence in earthly naught.

Home, that is broken;

Help, only spoken;

Husky my life I lived,

Hell, that I grieved.

Honour to deploy,

Horny games with toy,

Hollow all this ribs,

Hug my soul what it gives.

Hand me your all,

Heart, bones and muscles.

Hope if I leave,

Heaves in my grief,

Hide my darkness,

Heap on those with His bless.