Reverence...

When I fall short on what’s to be said,

I find you there by my side, to my aid.

And when I cry, not knowing why;

I find tranquil in the words

you had passed me by.

You said it all that I ever thought,

even before I had them sought.

When through days of stagnancy I must cope,

yet stop looking out to my available scopes;

you fill me in with a new beam of hope.

And when words -to woo my love- I need,

your scripts blesses me

with verses just meant for him.

When again, I find no inspiration

or if I just need words of consolation;

you come by, O Pioneer, for my redemption.

So be with me, like you've always been

and receive my worship in this song I sing.

O elite, pardon all our negligence.

Come again please, for our deliverance

and allow me to offer you my heartiest reverence.