Great Spirit in the Sky

Here I stand with tears in my eyes,

See my brokenness,

Help me with your strength,

To walk right on the red path,

Being aware of what I depend:

The mother earth,

The father sun,

The four directions,

All my relations,

In the mineral, plants and animals.

And between men of all colors,

That I seek for truth and don’t forget the humbleness,

As I know all comes from you,

And it’s my duty to take care of it,

To keep it in balance,

And not hurt anybody,

And be ready to forgive,

And give love as I received it,

As we all walk at your feet,

So I can come to You with a clear mind,

And do the things You want me to do,

To keep this circle of life going in balance.

 

 

Cherokee Prayer Blessing:

May the warm Winds of Heaven,

Blow softly upon your house,

May the Great Spirit,

Bless All who enter there,

May Your Moccasins,

Make Happy Tracks in the snows,

And may the Rainbow,

Always touch your Shoulder.

 

And Where Breaks the Wave…

Where sails the albatross a sailor soul does soar,

And where breaks the wave upon some distant forlorn shore,

A lady lies in waiting; a widow of the sea,

Praying Please Poseidon, Salem on home to me!

 

Upon yon horizon, the Columbus sail does peak,

A voyage of discovery, human souls it tis we seek,

And where breaks the wave upon some distant forlorn shore,

A lady lies awaiting, a widow yet to be,

Cryin’ Christian Crusader, sail on home to thee!

 

Out of darkest Africa, a slaver is away and free,

Beneath her deck lies Sheba, a Lady of liberty,

Around the Horn of Plenty, onward to slavery,

And where breaks the wave upon some distant forlorn shore,

A lady lies a widow, born of the sea,

Mourning forever Africa, sail me on home to thee!

 

Where sails the albatross a sailor’s soul does soar,

And where breaks the wave upon some distant forlorn shore,

Within the Mist of Misery can be found an awful fright,

The albatross does circle, surely he must alight!