By Martin Le Grice
God, turn back the clock of suffering
And take us to a time of innocent childhood vitality
Where in the caring arms of your love
We may play upon a sunlit lawn
We fall thoughtlessly through rhythmic waves
To a sweet, luxuriant sleep.
And when we awaken to the beckoning rays of light
Let our hearts open up with joy
To the beauty of the things around us
Seeing only thy work
So that we may be free from the monsters of distress
Which permeate the fragile tissue of our minds.