O’ Lord most high, whose hands dost shape the skies,  
Thou art the light where all our shadows lie.  
In thee, our hopes doth find their sacred rest,  
Thou know’st the yearnings of each trembling breast.  

Flourish, O’ Lord, her soul with endless grace,  
Her heart, a garden, let thy light embrace.  
Thou hast made her splendid, pure as dawn’s first gleam,  
Yet now, O’ Lord, fulfill her every dream.  

Bestow upon her, life’s sweet gentle flow,  
Take not her years, but let her spirit grow.  
With every breath, may joy within her rise,  
And let her gaze reflect thy endless skies.  

Bless her with beauty that outshines the sun,  
Forgive her faults, for they are all but done.  
Grant her, O’ Lord, a bounty rich and wide,  
Where grace and mercy forever shall abide.  

Give unto her the strength to walk the earth,  
To chase her dreams with ever-glistening mirth.  
Endow her with the wisdom to discern,  
So in her heart, thy eternal fire shall burn.  

Let not her hands be barren of desire,  
Give unto her the wealth her soul requires.  
For in her joy, thy love shall be confessed,  
Her gratitude, in praises, shall be blessed.  

And when this fleeting life has run its course,  
Grant her, O’ Lord, thy heavenly reward.  
In thy embrace, may she forever dwell,  
In thy light, where peace and joy do swell.  

O’ Lord, I offer thee these prayers sincere,  
Let not my tears and hopes be drowned in fear.  
Thou art the witness to all hearts that fall,  
And through thy grace, we rise and stand tall.  

For Thou, O’ Lord, art mighty, just, and true,  
In every breath, we turn our trust to You.  
The greatest helper, when the world is weak,  
In Thee alone, our solace we shall seek.

Dear Lord,

Hi,
Hello there
How are you?
Actually and more importantly,
Who are you?
Who am I?
Why don't you ask how am I?
Don't you want to get to know me?
Why don't you come down from the sky?
On some devine rescue
Where's the compassion?
I'd settle for pity
We're all blind from an eye for an eye
Why can't we meet face to face,
Eye to eye?
You must know I don't fear you
So it must be you who fears me
What kind of father are you?
Most figured by now
You'd have come through
But you seem to be afraid of anything new
Of course I've turned on you
Well,
Turned from you
But that's on you

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