The primary job of prayer
Is that love we bear

We may think we care
Yet we rarely dare
To give more than our share

Forgetting we are heirs
With riches from our Pere
Who go beyond what’s fair

We need to breathe the air
Of our eternal lair
That drives away despair

To find the love that’s there
And give the gift so rare
That time can never tear

A robe beyond compare
That two of us can wear