Petition

Petition Lord grant that I might walk softly, Down quiet, untrodden ways. That I might explore the hidden recesses Of the mind, henceforth unsearched. Let me plum the depths of love And reach down into the darkness To recover Truth, As he is always, wrapped in light. Give me the wood, the field and Glen, Where you can dwell in the open air. Deliver me from the beaten track, Let me "converse" with you God. Let me walk silently through the Empty mystic halls of thought, And discover it's treasures, Or lose my curse. Lord grant that I might walk softly Down quiet, untrodden paths, Through the darkness of this world, To find that light. Deliver me from the fetters of conceit and pride Break the bonds of fear, That I might discover you.