May I be cloaked in garments
sewn with taut threads of faith
protecting from tempests
and cruel blows of life
May it be thick and warming
to huddle from the frost
of icebergs harsh colliding
and avalanches tossed
May I be shod with sandals
the kind the Master wore
to brace against the vipers
and desert blister sores
My fingers, oh so feeble,
may they bear just one ring
no end and no beginning
eternal love to bring
And may my mouth be silent
so I could hear his word
still speaking from the heavens
and by creation heard
My eyes may they look upward
way deep into the blue
beyond the clouds and starlight
from whence my soul once flew
May I be cloaked in garments
sewn with taut threads of faith
protecting from tempests
and cruel blows of life.
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