The Prayer Of Miriam Cohen

From the wheel and the drift of Things
Deliver us, Good Lord,
And we will face the wrath of Kings,
The faggot and the sword!

Lay not thy Works before our eyes
Nor vex us with thy Wars,
Lest we should feel the straining skies
O'ertrod by trampling stars.

Hold us secure behind the gates
Of saving flesh and bone,
Lest we should dream what Dream awaits
The Soul escaped alone.

Thy Path, thy Purposes conceal
From our beleaguered realm
Lest any shattering whisper steal
Upon us and o'erwhelm.

A veil 'twixt us and Thee, Good Lord,
A veil 'twixt us and Thee,
Lest we should hear too clear, too clear,
And unto madness see!

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The seas are dark with wrath,
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Go up against our path:
Ere yet we loose the legions,
Ere yet we draw the blade,
Jehovah of the Thunders,
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High lust and froward bearing,
Proud heart, rebellious brow,
Deaf ear and soul uncaring,
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For those who kneel beside us
At altars not Thine own,
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Know this, my brethren, Heaven is clear
And all the clouds are gone,
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A Song Prayer

    Lord Jesus,
    Oh, ease us
    Of Self that oppresses,
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    Body and brain
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    Orphans we roam,
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    Oh new man,
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The Supports - (Song Of The Avaiting Seraphs.)

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Such as finding food to fill daily-emptied dishes.

Glories.
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On aught thy heirs inherit,
The shadow of her past.

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