All Hopes and Prayers for our loved ones,
Can't outrun from heaven's guns.
The Spirit prays and heaven knows,
What's inside our deepest woes.
High hopes and prayers for many things,
All fly away on fragile wings.
But He who searches all the land,
Catches these in His right hand.
The hand that spread the universe,
Opened up and took the nail adverse.
Hopes and prayers nailed to the tree,
Knowing all would safely be.
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