~CORY MORREL/CORY MORR

 

O' God, Mighty King of the skies. Holy Eagle of the throne perched on the mountain formed out of the kingdom from the hand above the land. You are the King of the rock and the Master resting of the quiet place on the stone of the wilderness. 

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When you cry out near the sound of the hunt, sung the harmony of the terrain, we bear witness to the protection of your young and what is taught to them is passed to their descendant instinctive sovereignty. 

 

The peck of your face tapped on a rock is the tapping of drops beat the drums heard ripples of water. Your sharp claws are the stinging synthesizers pulled the strings on a harp played. Your keen-razor eyesight locks a look target that can only draw crowds to overlay applause of a crescendo. 

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God of the mountain and Lord of the nest, sing blessings in our worthiness cocked the crow of the clouds; endeavor to secure watchful intelligence delivering protection over the people counseled to you, free from sin and saved to salvation and rescued out of fear on the wings of earth's ruling beasts.

 

                                                  ~Amen. 

 

        

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