My Prayer
Lord, as I look around this place,
I think of life, and past disgrace,
Of love, and hate, of culture’s walls,
Of training days, exclusion’s cause.Lord, I don't want to carry forth
The bad old days (mixed in of course);
I want to walk forth from this time
With memories of what's sublime –Like rolling hills, and snow-swept ice,
Ice-fishing shacks, and dawn so nice,
Fresh bracing air, and melted snow,
Sky blue pink dawn to what we'll know.Lord, open up my heart to these,
The folks who here attend with me,
Address that drive which surges up –
To lead, to host, with others sup –Obnoxious may it not be found,
In time together of this round;
But as we walk upcoming paths,
Together may we walk at last.navigation