Lord, as you look down,
Upon your handi-work of long ago:
Are you sadly shaking your head,
And pacing . . . to and fro?
This isn't what you planned for us,
The trouble, terror and strife:
You blessed us with this wonderful earth,
As your breath gave us life . . .
They took your word, out of the school's,
Public prayers, were not to be uttered:
Opening the way for "Satan's" tools,
while God fearing christians shuttered!
I can't express my sorrow lord,
For the ones who push you aside;
But, thank you for the place in my heart,
Where I know you'll always abide!