father-friend, past galaxies and closer than a cold-fogged breath in December
let us whisper your name with reverent delight
as we slip off our shoes, like men do on the sacred ground where heroes lie entombed
like a child
that gives up mud-pies to nestle in its mother's lap
let your words be law
and your wishes be reality
in me, in my neighbor, in my enemy, even as it is in your throne room.
Extend to us today's sufficiency - that's all. Scour our sin spots with mercy, even as we erase the childish tallies we have kept.
Steer us clear of broad and shining paths where we might wander, glory-blinded and pride-bound, away from you, and steal us out of the towers where the enemy cows us, prisoners in castles of shame and loathing.
We ask because you can. We ask because you loved us. We ask because you asked before us. Sovereign, Strong, Glorious, and Ours - Let it be so according to your promise, your word that stands unbroken longer than the world.
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