The Hour
Dearest sol
Father of all
Greatest love of our mother
Grieving heart so somber
Our children are suffering
Extreme cold so crippling
Extend your reach
Your elemental hands should so breach.
Reach out for them as they clamor
To breath the air of your light
Beautiful sun, life giving wonder
King of all beings, you are our Father.
The light after the night so dark
The guide that points to rest
The source of fire igniting essence
The calm in cold and dire.
Strongest of all above
Powerful in your every rise
Omnipotent and innumerable are your works
Bold to become, to fulfill, to behold.
We live to wait for you to direct us
Each sign of your word enlightens us
We stand our ground as our mother told us
Sleeping under your eyes and waking to the dark.
We live it out till you come back with your heat
Come the hour of rest we are bestowed with such zest
Your soldiers with us look after us in the dark
And we praise you for your protection.
You lift us out of all digressions
You take good care of us with no limitations
Ours is a life fulfilled by your affections
Praise you almighty one
On days on end without your light
We fight the dark in fear of such vehemence
The red sparks that threatens our black sky.
Your arms envelop it and disperse it away from us
Bless you one who gives us life
Our hands stretches out daily for your fire
Bringer of heat after a day in the mist
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