Sunday Morning Prayer (2011)

Strolling along the bone white shore

Stripped naked by the tide,

Not stone nor shell lay on the floor

And so I never stopped nor slacked in stride.

 

Over sea and cloud did the sun cast his golden glow,

And everywhere where he did throw

His dazzling beams, was drenched in silver and gold,

How it glittered, how the clouds blushed brightly bold!

 

Its quiet times like these

When Heaven meets the Sky

And its not so hard to imagine

You’re standing quite nearby.

 

I can almost hear you whisper,

I can almost feel your touch,

And I close my eyes and pray to God

That you know I miss you much.

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