Thought
The Word descended once again
Responding to mankind’s pain
Before It said “This one but sleeps”
Fleshly form arose and life it keeps
It spoke “Let ancient land rise”
World remember wisdom of wise
In fifty years that land awoke,
Slavery’s chain snapped and broke
Word is stirred, descends for one
Who calls on It when ritual’s done
In loving prayerful company kept
Even when most sleepers slept
Holy words are best company
When mind requires good remedy
When twin robbers attack their prey
Protecting thoughts stand in the way
Prayer
O Lord, you are on call 24 hours of the day and night; from age to age you come; but when I call your name, you are immediately present. Lord, let my diligence increase and may thy sacred name be ever on my lips.
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