we pray to thee
to take this prayer,
so round, and small
and hard, we've squeezed
with fingers white
and all our might
which isn't much
another bead
like days slide by
so full of grace,
we fail and try
to know our place
and oh, our father,
glory be
please string this out
another decade more
or so,
to live to see
another
sorrowful
mystery
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