EPTGod grant the blind their sight anew,
Restore the hunchbacks from affliction,
With godliness – a bit – imbue,
Without the bit of crucifixion.
God keep us from the scepter’s heft,
From heroism by falsehood driven,
And grant us wealth – without the theft,
If such could possibly be given.
God grant long lives – a good five score,
Emerging in the end uneaten,
Be not a hangman, victim, nor
A beggar nor a haughty cretin.
God grant few wounds at human hands
When battle supersedes endeavor.
God grant a multitude of lands
Without losing ours, however.
God grant you shall not find yourself
By your own country spurned and booted.
God grant that should you lose your wealth,
Your spouse’s love stays undiluted.
God, silence those who utter lies,
Thine voice produced through children’s bellows.
God grant we see the living Christ,
In woman’s guise if not a fellow’s.
Unburdened by the cross we stride,
But all pathetic, stooped and brittle.
Don’t let our shreds of faith subside –
God, grant us God, if just a little!
God, grant us all that you begat,
To all at once, divine Creator!
God, grant us all, but only that
Which will not bring us shame much later.
