Oh God, please give 'em grace to face today.
And thank you for the place to trace your Way,
that Path, and Truth, and Gate, un-fate-ed Word
whose whole Life of un-hate, seems quite absurd
if it were not for you, who to the end
would gladly still be wooing bride as friend,
and so into your world you hurled your love,
your answer's bouyed and girled us from above.
The little ones who seem so insignif-
-i-cant .. they think themselves hardly a whiff.
But that smell's taken both ways by each mob
One ties it too a great taboo, and fobs
it off, as just another climbing up
the ladder to be higher than theirself;
and jealousy is born and does its thing.
Its friendship, laughter, love, is all feigning.
But t'other way is just small, weak, and true,
it loves to love, and gather, to include.
It thinks that fun is more when shared with smiles
It loves to do u-turns and even trials....
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