The standard of Love is a high one.
We all rebel, and some are clueless.
They are not just or generous or truthful
They spend their time plotting to get ahead;
they plunder the world and do not share.
I hate this—but I am not innocent. Though I try to share,
to be just and frugal,
most of the world points its finger at me.
Your love encompasses us all—strong
like the mountains, deep like the sea
You give the priceless gift of life.
We take refuge in the shadow of your wings
We feast on the good things of the spirit
And see our aching world through your soft light.
Help us to find this happy place
to be true of heart and not so proud
Help us to live well and fairly.
u nseduced by the wickedness around us.
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