In quiet solitude of morning
I make a sign across my heart
Father, Son and Holy Spirit
And sing a prayer of praise
That you taught us all to say
In moments all alone and together
Behind closed doors.
And why do I sing?
I sing because a great Saint
Augustine proclaimed:
"When you sing, you pray twice"
And so I raise my voice to you my King
My saving grace
Before all manner of things
Creation seen and unseen
Below heaven's realm
Upon earth
Above serpent's sting
And your glory reigns supreme.
To you
Heavenly Host
I lift up my thoughts
My cares
My inmost suffering
And hopes for all my earthly family
That we might all be fed, clothed and cloaked
Beneath a mere shadow of your outstretched wings
And be comforted by your compassion for all beings
Through works and deeds and outward signs
Like rainbows in a clearing sky
And be sent off once again into slumber
As sunset falls and twilight calls
To stars as countess as our dreams.
Amen
