My Lord, my Father and my King,
Without a voice the flowers sing.
Creator of the universe,
Cry all the creatures of the earth.
Yet man alone must wonder , "Why?",
And by our choice Godââ¬â¢s way defy.
It is this choice to us You give,
We choose to die, or choose to live,
To live Your way brings peace of mind,
The worldââ¬â¢s way; turmoil brings, we find.
Your law of Loveââ¬â¢s our destiny,
It does not bind, it sets us free.
You want us free to turn to You,
To show Your love in all we do.
In fact that was Your new command,
Not honoured when we act offhand.
To love ââ¬â is more than tolerate,
Itââ¬â¢s more than simply not to hate.
I hate no one a man may say,
And smile when he kneels down to pray.
But does the Father also smile?
Have we walked that extra mile?
Can we humbly; truly say :-,
All saw Godââ¬â¢s love in me today?
é /4/96