Pray

No matter if I walk or run,
through heavy rain or pelting sun.
If in the seconds to bestow,
I'll wither or if I shall grow,
to face each path to be,
be shackled or be free.
I'll lift my eyes up to the sky,
no matter if I laugh or cry,
to seek you through your son...
and pray thy will be done.

Deo Volente
June 8th 2009