please pray..

God please do help your child, where you sent him,

to listen to your wild wind's cle-ar whim

that blows where your creative love knows best

and knows what will make all your people blessed.

Give your son of your wisdom, to know when

to hide away from people who would bend

him to their whim to satisfy some hope

that may, or may not be, a way to cope

with difficulties, that are difficult,

when taken on one's own, not sharing fault

with God himself who handles these with ease.

He'd rather share our life, and our disease

than live in purity, and not know love.

The God of whom I speak is not above

the sorrow of a choice that turned out bad

with deep grief then ensuing, in this dad.

So you, oh God now know the sorry state

of those who make (from love) a world, and wait

for creatures who can choose, to choose for love,

as they themselves have been shown from above.

Please sink those two tap roots, truth and hesēd,

down deeper into soil and rock to bed

the fruit tree up above, withstanding storms,

accepting all the rain with breezy yawns.

For ou-r life on Earth is but a stage,

development comes with each turning page.

Please give your wisdom to us, God our sage,

we'll gladly take your gift, not bargained wage.

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