Thursday, June 26, 2008

To the Father

Hold us where it hurts
And brace us where we fall
Share our tears and fears
Save us when we call

If the piteous thoughts
Of gnats and shrews
Are preciousness to You
You are far outside our grasp
But never from our reach.

You are the sense tomorrow makes
You are the stable when the whole world shakes
You are the warmpth when everything chills
You are the blood when we cut ourselves still
You are the smile gleaming
You are life and meaning.

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