Tomorrow all the pundits
Will show up in full view.
Each giving their opinions—
The many and the few.
So many a news station
Will chime in with reports
To bring cross-country polling
The nearby and remote…
As voters cast their ballots,
Nabbing a president
To lead us in the future—
The White House to ascent.
Thy will be done today, Lord,
And help us ‘long the way.
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