Tuesday, February 20, 2007

To the woman of substance

O divine, O light, I seek your grace
And your love and wonder for the human race
May they be wise and gentle as you are
May they dream the dreams you send them from above

O father please let me not delay
These are my prayers to you today
Keep your precious within your sight
And this fool of a guardian, erase if you will- his plight

Don’t let your jewel fade, its shining bright, its shining today
Use this light and show her the way
O lord, she’s precious, please chase her demons away

She’s always been your favorite child
And in your care I place her for a while
I beseech you O lord to hear my prayer
For you alone have a heart that’s big to bear

Into your hands then this flower I commit,
Your precious child’s made it (on her own) to the summit
I’ve done your bidding now its time to rest,
And to the heavens your prodigal son sends this request.

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