In trouble we pray to the lord
Our polestar, our prime mover god,
With an aching heart and aspiring soul
And so do we as humans dwell
With prayerful lips and a chanting heart,
And consign Him lord to oblivion not.
With all the 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 lasts, until the sun.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin