Preces Tenentis

O Andy, landlord, hear our cry, A written lease, soars to the sky. A parchment sealed, a contract’s might, To shield our home, from fading light. A roof above, a rented space, A cozy haven, a sacred place. But words alone, can slip away, A written lease, a brighter day. No longer lost, in doubt’s dark night, A binding pact, a guiding light. A legal shield, a fortress strong, To right our wrongs, and end all wrong. So grant our wish, our humble prayer, A written lease, beyond compare. A sanctuary, a haven’s keep, A promise made, eternal and deep. A shelter safe, a rented hold, A story written, yet untold. A future bright, a future clear, A written lease, dispelling fear. A contract signed, a bond of trust, A sacred vow, a solemn lust. To honor terms, and pay the rent, A peaceful home, a life well-spent. So let us hope, and let us pray, A written lease, will light the way. A beacon shining, ever bright, To guide us through the darkest night.