Bless Me Lord
Bless me Lord and give me strength
To track the terrible hound of mind
Over moor and marshland brack and wood
Through rain and storm and mountain wind
Relentlessly bid me my Lord
Relentlessly make me pursue
Unflickering eye unwearied hand
Unfaltering foot unloosened bow
Make the arrow flying straight
Firm of purpose strong of will
Shaped by Your own iron Grace
Chafed by passion pure to kill
Sear through all the smoldering pits
And caverns deep of futures past
Blind the beast in his dreadful den
Of deceit and pierce his heart
Copyright © Debasish Datta | Year Posted 2011
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