Blue shirt, short skirt, and high heels -
All things time bequeathes, time steals.
The mantle, adorned with memories,
Is now a gathering of hopes, decrees.
Please don't let them suffer, please adore
Them, Lord, as we watch through the trees.
Watch for some sign, some calm in the storm,
And measure the pace of change with sighs.
And grow their love, bounty, and stores;
Wait not any longer, give it all You've got.
I stand outside while family and friends adorn
Them with their prayers and will to fight.
But, let not this Sunday pass without a sign
From You, selfless and pure, so that their highs
Become a daily ascent, true and benign.
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