O’ God our father,
Behold us assembled here
To thank thee for the place we dwell in,
For the love that unites us,
For the peace accorded us this day
And for the hope with which
We expect the morrow.
As the clay to the potter,
And the windmill to the wind,
We beseech of thee,
O’ Lord, for this help and mercy.
1 comments:
It reminds me of one of those school day mischiefs where seniors in the rear and give beats & music during the school songs & some even went to the extent of giving beats to the prayers.
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