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YEHA
 Great Spirit Grandfather,
I send these words to you,
Hear my prayer.
For these are my words,
To Father Sun,
To Grandmother Moon,
To Mother Earth
To all my relations,
That have been Created as I.
To the Four Winds,
That bring us the
Seasons of Life. To the East
Where Father Sun rises
Bringing to us a new day
A new meaning of life,
A light in which to see
The path before us. To the South
Where the warm air comes to us
Bringing heat and warmth,
The seasons of spring
And summer.
To the West
Where Father Sun goes
To bring to us darkness,
So as we may see the universe
And search for the questions
Of our life. To the North
Where the cold winds come from
Bringing to us the seasons
Of fall and winter. Oh Great Spirit
Hear my words
For to you I offer
My heart and soul
You made me
What I am
And I am Indian
America's Prisoners of War
I pray for my people of the past
Whose blood covers this our Mother Earth
I pray now as an Indian
Blood of my Ancestors.



I hope the Great Heavenly Father, who will look down upon us, will give all the tribes His blessing, that we may go forth in peace, and live in peace all our days, and that He will look down upon our children and finally lift us far above the earth; and that our Heavenly Father will look upon our children as His children, that all the tribes may be His children, and as we shake hands to-day upon this broad plain, we may forever live in peace.

Red Cloud [Marpiya-Luta] (late 19th century) Oglala Sioux chief
Thank you for stopping by ...
~Clint~
Created for Clints Shy..February 15 ...2002
I hope proper credit was given for the wonderful prayer.
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