There’s three wise Ones I speak to,
I talk to them each day.
They are of the same family,
Who help me find my way.
I ask them for their help,
To calm those troubled minds.
Hard experiences in life,
Facing man and woman kind.
I ask to help the children,
In far-away foreign lands.
Who have lost their brothers,
Life, limbs, legs and hands.
I ask them to feed the hungry,
To avail of so much bounty.
For help to those with eyesight,
Yet, still refuse to see.
To the young with many problems,
Then, contemplate ending life,
That they hold on for much longer,
To show them a guiding light.
I thank the three Ones too,
For all, that’s been given me.
For this I am so grateful,
Again, I thank these three.
So, like today and tomorrow,
Onward towards infinity,
The Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
All Holy Trinity.
For they make up the One Person,
He’s still here, that’s no doubt.
I’ll stay true, believe in God.
This Divine one with the clout.