What would I do - what would I say
Who would I meet - who would I see
How many would be surprised at seeing me?
The things I've done
The man I am
The life I've lived - the pious sham
You saw through that and loved me still
Thought just of me as you climbed the hill
Bloodied hands around the cross,
My greatest gain your greatest loss!
But if you don't and no trumpet sounds
Keep our feet from sinking ground
And help us in our daily grind
With holy hands and holy mind
To live in love - to look like you
Until our daily grind is through.
A prayer for this, and every, day.
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