Marguerite Rocco Orsomarso Poems

Through days' endless toil and long, lonely nights, Lord, get me through,
Through racking pain in body and confusion of mind, Sweet Lord, get me through,
Through lost dreams and futile plans,
Through hostile waters, navigators, pilots and crew,
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Sweet cherubs, children of the earth,
Come blest be - so beautiful in countenance and simple in heart.
No trace of bitterness or deceit can in any of these be found,
But only echoes of laughter and joy in hearts and minds resound, of little ones so lively, and free
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Lord, a small grain of sand am I,
So very, very small, indeed.
Lo, sweet Jesus, hold on ever so tightly to me! Yes, ever so tightly in your wondrous care.
Do not let the oceans swoop o'er me,
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