When evil drove soldiers to the Badlands
and warriors counted coup for the dead,
you were there in the midst of those who bled;
nothing is out of the reach of your hands.
While greedy men are stealing lands today,
the broken record of their history,
you are working justice for your glory,
for in your character, that is your way.
There is nothing in your vast creation,
no two-legged, no four-legged, that can hide from you
for all that has being is in your view
for you know all things in all great nations.
So, great God, we give you adoration;
You who know, work, and see all in your creation.
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Posted by: Spike | Sep 08, 2007 at 07:05 PM
"its" inspiration versus it's inpsiration...i am my own worst critic
Posted by: Dan | Sep 16, 2005 at 04:37 PM
This could use some work. It's only a rough draft, but it's inspiration comes from Niehardt's book, "Black Elk Speaks."
Posted by: Dan | Sep 16, 2005 at 04:36 PM