Contented generations worship in the traditions of their fathers;
~~the centered bend their knees from the loins of their origins.
Believers sense Your wonder, Lord, and find a towering view;
~~they realize Your reason in their minds.
But I am poor in You, Lord; I mourn with the orphan,
~~and I hold nothing greater than the openness of his hand.
10/15/11
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