Sonnet to the Lord

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.