The Sun Still Shines

I have lost my life
So will I gain it?
The sun, it still shines.
Nothing good happens
But neither evil.
LORD, do good to me.
Do evil to Sin.
Satan wants me to 
Be a vile bum
Taking opium
And grieving others
For their money. Why?
He wants me to bed
Women, and believe
I am out of sync
With nature and time.
Let the Didache
Be right... for the curse
Even by it, I
Shall be saved. Help LORD!
I live in lonely
Realms, with little joy.
Death is sweet, but live
I shall, weeping tears
In this life. Come! Come!
Oh Mercy fly 'pon
Wings and sweep me to
Heaven. Let life sing
And meet me, my Lord.
Give me Peace as an
Ornament, and wear
I with Grace; also
Wisdom, let me wear.