Sonnet 12 - a Prayer For My People
Above these trees towering
Above these deep blue seas
Above these clouds soaring
Above these mortal fears
Beyond these steep mountains
Beyond these battered slopes
Beyond these wasted plains
Beyond these shattered hopes
Through these shifting shadows
Through these darkening days
Through these shuttered windows
Through these dim lit doorways
Triune God, hear me pray
Let my people find their way.
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