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Today I bow my head in prayer
and stay my hand from worldly care
I also lose my hurts and woes
and fade from the basic throes
that flourish in the daily grind,
which tire my body, plague my mind.

Let peace survive, let love abound
let friends of mine, myself, surround
Yet, in this quiet solitude
let no other things intrude
my thoughts transmit across the space
to GOD who dwells in his own place
in heavens hallowed holy home
Let my wishes ever roam.