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Great Spirit
Whose
voice I hear in the winds
Hear
me.
I
come before you,
One
of your children.
I
am small and weak.
I
need your strength and wisdom.
Let
me walk in beauty
And
make my eyes ever behold
The
red and purple sunset.
Make
my hands respect the things
You
have made,
My
ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make
me wise,
So
that I may know the things
You
have taught my people,
The
lesson you have hidden
In
every leaf and rock.
I
seek strength not to be superior to my brothers,
But
to be able to fight
my
greatest enemy
Myself.
Make
me ever ready to come to you
With
clean hands and straight eyes
So
when life fades
As
a fading sunset
My
spirit may come to You
Without
shame.
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