Here's the whole song:
Prayer for Home
Grant them peace, most precious gift of all;
Keep the worried world far away and small;
When they return may quiet fill their souls
Dearest Lord, keep them safe within it's walls.
May the stone be cool beneath their feet;
The canyon breezes circle soft and sweet;
The darkness falls, the stars and opal moon;
Find them wrapped in each other evermore.
May it be a refuge for their love;
A harbor for their deepest prayers.
May they come to flourish in the grove;
Grow ever nearer to you there.
Many a burdened friend in their company rises;
A heavy heart is soon released to fly.
May their table be blessed with laughter and with grace;
And by the comfort of kinship be surprised.
May it be a refuge for their love;
A harbor for their deepest prayers.
May they come to flourish in the grove;
Grow ever nearer to you there.
May the cold winds blow far from their front door;
May the winter rains never bring them harm;
May their hearth-fires burn throughout the night.
Grant them sleep until mornings perfect light.
May it be a refuge for their love;
A harbor for their deepest prayers.
May they come to flourish in the grove;
Grow ever nearer to you there.
Keep the worried world far away and small;
When they return may quiet fill their souls
Dearest Lord, keep them safe within it's walls.
May the stone be cool beneath their feet;
The canyon breezes circle soft and sweet;
The darkness falls, the stars and opal moon;
Find them wrapped in each other evermore.
May it be a refuge for their love;
A harbor for their deepest prayers.
May they come to flourish in the grove;
Grow ever nearer to you there.
Many a burdened friend in their company rises;
A heavy heart is soon released to fly.
May their table be blessed with laughter and with grace;
And by the comfort of kinship be surprised.
May it be a refuge for their love;
A harbor for their deepest prayers.
May they come to flourish in the grove;
Grow ever nearer to you there.
May the cold winds blow far from their front door;
May the winter rains never bring them harm;
May their hearth-fires burn throughout the night.
Grant them sleep until mornings perfect light.
May it be a refuge for their love;
A harbor for their deepest prayers.
May they come to flourish in the grove;
Grow ever nearer to you there.
I guess it's just getting to that point in the semester. Finals are upon me and I should be studying, but instead I listen to Fernando Ortega and nurture the homesick feeling in my self so that by the time I get home (A week and two days from now) I will be a mess of gratefulness for getting there.
No irony today. :) I just can't wait to be home for Christmas!!!!
1 comment:
You and me both, sister! I remember listening to Fernando a lot at the end of the semester in college, too. I'll see you (and NM) so soon...
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