Daily Toiling

Oh Lord above the Great skies Prayers stand before your face. With heads bow, and tears in our eyes, We grieve in solitude with silence. We cannot leave home to go visiting, Tearful floods and tempests mourning Oh death, toiling, where is your sting? Struggles, among the crowd, hurrying. And when its work shall be, done Where will this ruin the world be? Stretch thin and breach broken Separation deepen, and we cannot see The phantom force equally Growing In, discoveries made, by daily toiling.