In Love With The Lord

A Prayer for Bended Knees

There are no colors in the fairest sky so fair as thee, dropped from the wings of an angel. One thousand times more exquisitely sweet, the freight of the holy feeling which we meet, in thoughtful moments by angels blest and glorious light. You swerve not and blest by religious awe swayed me, on bended knees I admire you, calm as an undercurrent and strong to draw millions of waves into yourself, and sail from sea to sea through sloughing storms with steadfast hope to draw from faith's holiest urn. The purest stream of patient energy, along a galaxy that knows no end in his glory that for sinners died.