Let the pulse of our heart throb now,
according to the cadences of your rule:
command and we will obey,
overrule and we will yield,
lead and we will walk,
where we would never think to go.
from Prayers for a Privileged People
Let the pulse of our heart throb now,
according to the cadences of your rule:
command and we will obey,
overrule and we will yield,
lead and we will walk,
where we would never think to go.
from Prayers for a Privileged People