And these, all these are mine I know each sinew of their small frames I hear their fear at night I watch their fun And when they laugh, so do I in joy I see them invent themselves even their shyness is a delight to me I cherish their innocence And these, all these are mine. And if, when I return I find just one who has been defiled One desecrated by your corruption One invaded by your lust One chained to your perversion One burgled of purity One dominated by your tyranny
Thinking Deeply about Life and Faith