Thunor, with His hammer of mighty oak and steel,
this is but a prayer to You about all that I feel,
Stronger than the thunder You conjure from the winds,
I stand here with challenges that have left me chagrined,
In the moment I can not see a path to the clear,
so to you I toast this wine, ale and beer,
grant me strength so that I can fight,
strike me with Your essence so that I may see the light,
to look inside and battle the monsters within,
like a lion facing hyenas upwind,
we’ll prowl together in spirit on the mind’s ceaseless journeys,
and stand face to face when my body fails and I am on my knees,
Thunor of the storm here my call!
Let us together find glory in it all…

Hail THUNOR!