O Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
Hear me!
I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom

Let me walk in beauty,
Make my eyes
Ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made.
And my ears sharp to hear Your voice.

Make me wise
So that I may understand the things
You have taught my people
Let me learn the lessons
You have hidden in every leaf and rock.

I seek strength,
Not to be greater than my brother,
But to fight my greatest enemy
--my selfishness.

Make me always ready to come to You
With clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
My spirit may come to You without shame.

Bless the wisdom of the Holy One above us.
Bless the wisdom of the Holy One beneath us.
Bless the wisdom of the Holy One within us.

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WATCH

The thunder begins to roll and the people watch
For there is something different in the wind.
The wind blows in a pushing motion of great force.
Though nothing is harmed in its path.

The trees, animals, homes and that of man's creation sit silent
There is great awe for no one seems to understand.
What kind of storm was this, the people ask.
Where has it come from, and will it come again?

The thunder is blue rather than white with streaks of red.
The rolling thunder sound shakes the soul.
Change has happened, for this thunder is a warning.
The shift has begun.
Do you see it, do you feel it....

Written by,
Blackhawk, 1999

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PEACE

Time becomes a challenge in life for there is much that people must resolve. We are the keepers of the balance of all that must have any
hope of the survival that will keep the peace of all civilizations.

Blackhawk

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FEAR

She watches her son as his spirit slips away.
Fear is in her heart and soul.
Life's chances have taken him by the hand
for the young can be easily lead.
She ponders how it ever got this way and when
fearing that she must have missed a sign.
Fear is within her as she sees her son for she knows
what she must do.

Blackhawk.

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