Anyway, to close out this month's offerings, here is a poem by Charles Wesley, whose 300th birthday is this year: his very last. He dictated this verse on his deathbed, after penning over 6,000 hymns over his lifetime.
In age and feebleness extreme,
Who shall a helpless worm redeem?
Jesus, my only hope thou art,
Strength of my failing flesh and heart:
O could I catch one smile from thee,
And drop into eternity!