Our Lord, up in Heaven, we pray to thee.
For all blessings, that we all, feel and see,
Just thanking you seems never really, just.
For all the beauty, the life given from dust,
We always, seem so selfish, in what we ask.
We are never satisfied, asking for one little task.
Your love gave to us, for such a little return.
Constantly we ask, forgiveness, without discern.
Here is my prayer just for you my loving Lord.
That your glory in Heaven be rang out in accord.
That your honor and spirit is abundant on the land,
Your love and compassion grows lavishly grand.
That each of us, your children, learns complete respect.
Though we may be human with err, always suspect.
Our hearts should guide our minds, without anger in zest.
We should live by words given, by your only son’s bequest.

cecil hickman

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