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Pagan Prayer
NOT for myself I make this prayer,
But for this race of mine
That stretches forth from shadowed places
Dark hands for bread and wine.
But for this race of mine
That stretches forth from shadowed places
Dark hands for bread and wine.
For me, my heart is pagan mad,
My feet are never still,
But give them hearths to keep them warm
In homes high on a hill.
My feet are never still,
But give them hearths to keep them warm
In homes high on a hill.
For me, my faith lies fallowing,
I bow not till I see,
But these are humble and believe;
Bless their credulity.
I bow not till I see,
But these are humble and believe;
Bless their credulity.
For me, I pay my debts in kind,
And see no better way,
Bless these who turn the other cheek
For love of you, and pray.
And see no better way,
Bless these who turn the other cheek
For love of you, and pray.
Our Father, God, our Brother, Christ—
So are we taught to pray;
Their kinship seems a little thing
Who sorrow all the day.
So are we taught to pray;
Their kinship seems a little thing
Who sorrow all the day.
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