early I will seek thee
faintly I want to find you
in my soul unwhind me
all those thoughts that bind me
tolerance
whimiscal I will fondly flee
brevity
painted faces etched in stone
across the sky I see
holy is your name dear Lord
unity

times will be no more
most lovingly implore
hence the opened door
as a beacon of light
to a hurting world in need
love in its one achord
violence to you is often taken by force
as the child that you want me to be
living forth a real legacy