Truly are the truths of old
branded in my heart like gold
prayers reaching oh, so high
daily as the seasons fly
Do my morning prayers cease
as the chores of day increase
do my evening prayers end
with the word we call 'amen'?
Let my songs of faith go on
ever fervent till I'm gone
lest the shadows fall unduly
for amen translates as truly.
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Thank you for this lovely prayer, amen.