Oh, God is absolutely working through me,
and of course you also,
my blessed children deeply underneath,
so keep your gracious hearts perpetually full and ready,
with equal minds continually striving to be strong,
in order to embrace,
all of the many new challenges and opportunities,
set upon and before us.
Lord, not everyone can join these anointed searches,
across this sacred journey of ours,
for Your cause is great indeed,
where we mere beings heed Your call and charge,
taken atop our mighty shoulders,
put right by Your divine hands,
to participate well above our assumed potential,
doing specifically just Your holy will.
Father, we proudly sing Your glorious songs in concord,
meaning that You have sincerely created a harmony in us,
along and much beyond Your mortally splendid life,
which constantly offers, sustains, and finally champions,
each fascinating segment of our wondrous existence,
amazingly sprinkled far around Your brilliant authorship,
designed to allow us unparalleled choice and wealth,
ultimately presented back to You again as a revered gift.
Ah, friend, try your damnedest to drive me down if you must need,
belting out and leveling a powerful regiment of stark criticism,
when at last it is exposed sorely to a vain embarrassment,
as my most affirmed love strikes below any brash volley,
since you simply amount to surviving long-past caught rehearsed,
normally marked subject in a crushing fall from prominence,
whether people honestly care or respond isn’t the true lesson,
your unfortunate rich field has to lie barren over an utter eternity.