Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The Universe

Infinite grace filters down like misty rain

From the Highest Heaven above

Regardless of winds and change and chance

We pray, we hope, we live according to promise

And feel the relief that comes

When all of our needs are met

We are protected, blessed, enlightened

By the wondrous, unfathomable love

Of the unseen world and its Master

Who brings life, health and joy

On the breath of the Universe.

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