God of all the earth
And the worlds that are to come,
Keeper of the fire in this hearth
Quencher of the sun.
You, the maker of heaven and earth,
You, the taker of heaven and earth
When all we hold dear is nowhere to be seen.
Then to you i go to glean meaning from the
Fields of leftovers and dried out flowers.
A lot of the times I do not understand you,
Open my eyes O Lord that I may see your heart
And have one thing with which to parry the taunts
And quiet the haunts of this old heart.
You are my mother tongue
and my father’s song when he dressed for war.
You are the reach of my hands
And the crowd in the stands when I am alone
Before your throne nothing can be named
Save for your name again, again.
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