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God, why are You eclipsed by men in power and full?
~~They are seen as great: large as the sun, as bright as stars,
~~yet they are no more than a moment’s moon: when will You appear again?
Send a savory ray to me between the rue and rain you gather over them;
~~become a healing balm to the meek; break up the bombs of the ill.
The vain make their plan and ask Your blessing;
~~I make no plan and ask Your will.
In the beginning, the prideful, proud of their pride, see a world of weapon and wound;
~~in the end, the innocent, afraid to fear, see an earth of war or worth.
In their desire for more, the proud mar Your store,
~~but they can never harm You.
I struggle against them,
~~but I have harmed no one: save me.
They fight the other’s body to the ground;
~~I fight them all: have I thrown down my own soul?
When we end the ruin, battle and field humbled to dust,
~~help us then begin to raise the path where praise will lead us.
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