The mornings come, the mornings go
From dawn through dusk and starlight show
The world we know is dying fast
This future now may be our last
For who can say what will come next
A ferv’rent prayer or holy text ?
The seeing eyes of God above
And unrelenting force of love,
I beg Him here on bended knees
Repair the hole in my heart, please !
Claire V. Bogdanos 