In the early part of the day I begin to pray, longing for the words he wants me to say, so that his presence might fill my day...
Begging his shadow be cast over me, like a redwood he will be that tree, In his shade I won't need to flee...
That upon this day he will make a way, to make not in vain the fact that I pray, that he will see too it everything is OK...
So that upon my knees I may rise up, so that his sustenance can fill my cup...
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