Bend my knees,
Whisper in my ear;
You're the true prayer
Moving through air.
On Michael's wings
Rides your atmosphere,
Just promise me
That you’ll be there:
As morning hymn,
And evening song;
Of need or whim
A whole life long.
The speeding thought,
That calm my heart-
The litany of you;
Creator's art.
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