His force protects, His love envelops me, His calm surrounds, I feel him everywhere, In the crowded rooms of life I could not be Without his love supporting me, the air
I breathe is His, the subtle atmosphere Is charged with Grace and joy so deep and fair; Where His feet have trod I follow without fear To flowered groves and breathe the fragrant air,
And all the glory that is and ever shall be Is found as we rise upon the golden stair To meet Him in His realm of majesty, For the gift of eternal life is waiting there.
He is with us in the beauty of the ways His peace and bliss descend upon our days.
Late evening, Feb. 20, 1999 - Mother's birthday in India
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