4 weeks no more

The warning came, a whisper in the night, "Just four more weeks," a fading, dying light. The end is near, the curtain's drawing close, A final chapter, as the silent wind knows. My spirit trembles, a chill runs down my spine, Is this truly the end of all that's truly mine But I fell to my knees, on the cold, hard floor, "Oh God, just give me three months, nothing more! Three months to plant a seed, to build, to mend, To leave a mark before this story's sudden end. I'm praying, I'm pleading, with every single breath, Grant me this grace, before the final depth!" There's wisdom left unspoken, love I couldn't share, A path untraveled, a burden I could bear. A message burning, deep inside my soul, A broken piece that needs to be made whole. I haven't given all I truly have to give, Not fully shown the reason why I yearn to live So I fell to my knees, on the cold, hard floor, "Oh God, just give me three months, nothing more! Three months to plant a seed, to build, to mend, To leave a mark before this story's sudden end. I'm praying, I'm pleading, with every single breath, Grant me this grace, before the final depth!" They say Your plan is perfect, beyond my limited sight, But this yearning in me burns so fiercely bright. Is it for glory, or for Your greater name? To fan a flicker into a lasting flame. I beg for time, not for myself alone, But for the ripple, from the seeds I've tried to sow And I'll stay on my knees, on this cold, hard floor, "Oh God, just give me three months, nothing more! Three months to plant a seed, to build, to mend, To leave a mark before this story's sudden end. I'm praying, I'm pleading, with every single breath, Grant me this grace, before the final depth! Three months, Lord... just three months, I pray. To make a difference, come what may. To leave a mark. Before the dark. On my knees... still on my knees. For three months... just for three months... I'll pray.