Septuagesima

Winter bright, star of light; sun of my renewal. Moon of night, all my might, the deep snow, lane furrow. You are the, love of life, the reason; we need one. The halk preys, squirels' plays, the cold air; still there's fun. A time late, a baby, cycle; more: adventure. Where's nature, there is tech, when it's blessed: our venture. They present, Holy Child, they journey to Temple. Dedicate brilliance to a world in darkness. Dawn has come, day is here, illumines, we reflect. All the worlds thy hands hath; we ask more: we'll refract. Diffuse now, the spectrum of our likes and dislikes. Into love as our friend sacrifice for my sins. Heal us Lord from dischord, from our throats raise your praise. King of Life rule out strife; thanksgiving leave in place. Offer up all our care; blessings of all our days Bless us so we shall shine like perfect, like your ways.