May every voice proclaim thy praise. And every knee bow in thy presence The tangible promise of our faith. May thy Charity, like a mantle, Lift us to God on high.
[Mary] says her memories Will help those of us Newly come to our Lord’s mercy, To live in His light.
And in blessing him I was blessed, And in comforting him I was comforted…
Your job is to abide in my pasture Eating sweet grass and drinking pure water, And sharing both with others— That is a lamb’s business.
But never has the Call been so clear As now, when death’s cool hand Eases my spirit from my fevered body-- And I answer the Call of the Master— The Call to new Heights.
As I leave the garden I take with me a renewed view, And a quiet soul.
