O Lord of all creation, hear this sinner’s prayer,
Not by my command, for I have no such power,
Nor by my request, for I deserve no favors,
But because of Your promise to all those who knock,
And because of Your promise to all those who seek,
And because of Your promise to all those who ask.
For I am knocking at the door of Your mercy,
And I am seeking and asking for Your pardon.

Though I no longer wander the streets of the lost,
And though I have found the lone road to salvation,
I often find myself confused in dark alleys
Lured away by the whispers of laughter and mirth.
Forgive me for succumbing to vile distractions,
And for sinning in spite of Your admonitions.
O Holy Light, shine as a lamp before my feet
So that I and those near may walk the path you paved.

Like a lighthouse built on a solitary rock,
A beacon of light amidst the breakers and gales,
Your example demonstrates the way I should live,
Yet I am weak and prone to fail without Your help.
Holy One, be a trellis to Your feeble vine,
And lift me up into the warmth of Your presence.
I come to You with this prayer, Jehovah Most High.
Thank You, Father, for Your mercy and forgiveness.

O Rainbow, Rainbow, beautiful and bright,
Bending over verdant hills and cities
Filled with life, by the Spirit you were born
And by Science you are defined. Like the
Elusive Leprechaun, now here, now there,
Now not, you charm and tease the eyes of men

And leave them all to pine. Be thankful, Men,
Of Noah, who left the dark for the bright
Light of day and started your future there
Under the seven colored arch. Cities
Filled with life again and fauna filled the
Hills, but men soon forgot that they were born

Cradled by a rainbow from the Lord. Born
Not of Sin, this colored friend, reminds men
Of a world not their own. As true as the
Ground beneath and the sun burning so bright,
This rainbow realm is Heaven’s, and its cities
Are bejeweled with the finest gems there

Ever could be. O how sweet life could be there
In the cotton swabs, drifting as if born
By air amidst the Angels, whose cities
Are adjoined by the golden halls of Men,
Garbed in the full regalia of bright
White gowns and golden crowns and bathed by the

Seven hues of light. O Rainbow, like the
Very God that created you, you’re there,
Gliding over the hills of Earth in bright
Splendor, near, but always out of reach. Born
Wherever light and water meet, all men
Stand still and Silence visits the cities

Just to glimpse your beauty. In the cities
Or on the plains, you must tell your tale there
To all who will listen. Tell of the men
From the days of yore that were drowned by the
Cleansing waters. Tell of the Brother born
To man who can make the dark become bright.

O Rainbow, shine bright in the dark cities
When it rains for He that has born the pain
Of all. Shine bright for the dim eyes of men!

Have you ever looked up at the cerulean sky
Forgetting the questions you’ve been holding inside,
Calmed by the touch of the breeze on your neck,
Like the breath from a kiss that is fresh from its peck?

Have you ever laid down in a field of grass,
Inhaling the scent of a dandelion patch,
Soothed by the warmth of the sun up above,
Like the heat given off from a friendly hug?

Have you ever climbed up to the peak of a mountain,
Losing yourself to the silence resounding,
Catching your breath with a smile on your face,
Like the feeling you get when you’ve just run a race?

Have you ever jumped into a river or lake,
Overwhelmed by the current so swift to take,
Compelled by the pressure to open a lung,
Like the urge to join a choir well-sung.

These are the feelings I get when I praise,
My God, The Father, in His heavenly place,
Singing, praying or acting in love,
Like the Son that was sent from heaven to us.

When life is like a boat
Tossed high amongst the waves,
And clouds begin to shroud
The course that I should take,

The end seems to be near
And my mind starts to race:
Should I use my oars, or
Should I rely on faith?

Am I a fool to swim
And use the arms You gave me?
Or is it wise to drift
And trust my fate to You?

It’s times like these I wonder
If a fool can be wise.

O labyrinth, O labyrinth,
With twists and turns and snares,
You lead me towards
A desired end
But never get me there.

O labyrinth, O labyrinth,
With halls so dark and deep,
You fill me with
Warm promises
You never aim to keep.

O labyrinth, O labyrinth,
So silver-tongued in speech,
You tease me with
Your flavored words
But never quench the need.

O labyrinth, O labyrinth,
The Beautiful Nightmare,
I’ve joined the one
And only man
Who’ll free me from your lair.