Fear of the Lord your bedrock
Where you feed on daily bread love
He showers you peace like July rain
Which waters your prosperity as endowment.
Good health is assured as your portion
Which extends to longevity as gift.
The fruit of the womb your investment
The trials, stepping stones to greater heights
Higher, higher, you will ascend to heaven
Your resting place with the Lord.
(Thursday 27th September,2007,5.45 pm)
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