Just in case you forget
As you lay in your Sunday best
You are golden, you are blessed
Fold your hands upon your chest
You can let love do the rest
If the world is unaware
If they still think that God wasn’t there
The hour has come, they’ll confess
That you are heavens’ honored guest
It’s time to let love do the rest
When you pray, move your feet
Make good trouble, let it speak
So you said, so I’ve heard
As if the meek could inherit the earth
I still believe the words in red
As I pull on that hidden thread
Who can say what comes next
But as I walk in your footsteps
I will let love do the rest
Tom Prasado-Rao
[Photo from a long-ago visit to our home in Vermont.]
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