In trouble we pray lord
Our polestar, our prime mover god,
With aching heart and aspiring soul
And so do we as human dwell
With prayerful lips and chanting heart,
And consign Him lord to oblivion not.
With all heart we love god, mighty and inspiring,
The call of man’s soul that sings dong and ding.
Our stories are led but not with fate,
For we make do and we beget.
We beget the best of time in God’s love,
A voice of heaven above
Merrily chanting the martins of the morn;
And shall it until the dusk last, until sun.
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