Deep in a canyon, far away
I heard a loving chorus pray.
The words, on wind, they danced about;
They softened heart and all of self.
The prayer ran smooth and beckoned mind
and when I came it stopped clock time.
For in that land, hid by the hills,
the children swarmed and gathered 'round.
God, You were there, and so was I.
Two working friends, Your hands and mine.
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