| Grant them peace, most precious gift of all
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| Keep the worried world far away and small
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| When they return, may quiet fill their souls,
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| Dearest Lord, keep them safe within it’s walls.
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| May the stone be cool beneath their feet.
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| The canyon breezes circle soft and sweet
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| When darkness falls, the stars and opal moon
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| Find them wrapped in each other, ever warm.
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| May it be a refuge for their love,
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| A harbor for their deepest prayer.
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| May they come to flourish in the grove,
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| Grow ever nearer to You there.
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| Many a burdened friend in their company rises,
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| A heavy heart is soon released to fly.
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| May their table be blessed with laughter and with grace
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| And by the comfort of kinship be surprised.
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| May it be a refuge for their love,
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| A harbor for their deepest prayer.
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| May they come to flourish in the grove,
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| Grow ever nearer to You there.
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| May the cold wind blow far from their front door
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| May the winter rains never bring them harm
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| May their hearthfires burn throughout the night
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| Grant them peace until morning’s perfect light.
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| May it be a refuge for their love,
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| A harbor for their deepest prayer.
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| May they come to flourish in the grove,
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| Grow ever nearer to You there. |