Thought
No friend have I, by self I live
To fend till death definitive
But nearer to me well I know
God’s rise of art to crescendo
Therefore fearlessly I stroll
Sure that He is in control
Each tiny step on country road
Relieves my back of trouble load
Each pebble felt against my feet
Is friend to me that I should greet
Swept in current’s timely course
Glorious song of powerful force
Vibrations in air are breath divine
They speak direct to soul in shrine
Stretched beyond the human reach
Hear from lips of God’s own speech
Those who in His presence swim
Bursting hearts with joyous hymn
Prayer
Lord Thou art my all, distract not my mind from thee with trivia and frivolous thoughts. Fill me with your divine symphonies that you stir within me. Praise and thanks are my only prayer.
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