It's all I want Oh, that they might liveThese men around me Behind these prison walls Really live, not just exist Risen from the shattered dreams Beaming with lovedness Hope renewed Gentle eyes sparkle Tired hands settle Yokefellows bind one to another Teams of righteousness Fitted tools for harvest Life in the making Glory yet to see Lovely, fruitful wives Joyful beaming little ones Dinner tables filled with simplicity Kept homes and 'honey do's' Relatives for the holidays "Sour mash and new moonshine Down on the copperline" Good wine and the perfect aria And most of all Your delicious presence Oh, Father, let it be That these men would know Life Fill them with hope and promise Open heaven's storehouses for them Shower down all your best An bring them into the land -Stephen Pursell, 11/13/02 |
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