The Lord’s Prayer
After Otto Nicolai, “Pater noster, Op. 33”
Our Father –
the heavens are Your home,
earth Your tent, and yet
You are a Father. Teach
our fickle hearts, our yelling hearts,
to still, to stop
to look upon Your glory, high
and lifted up.
Our Father who our Father in
Our Father, You who are in heaven
hallowed be
Your name, Your will
be done in us, be done in dust.
This broken, fickle dust proclaims
Your high, exalted, heaven name.
Our Father – You who are
in heaven – lift
our broken prayers.
Hallowed be Your name, Your throne
be known on earth
today, as in
Your heavenglory home.
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