When the wounds from the beatings have left you battered and uninspired,

Even the moon sleeps.

Give all I can and to be the best with my heart and hands, for today is all I have and tomorrow may never come again.

Choose to be good. Choose to be kind.

Choose to be with God in hope and faith.

Choose the peace of love and not despair and hate.

These, in humble praise, I seek in the sanctity of your solace.

These, in thanksgiving, I receive the grace of your embrace.

When we gather and lift each other’s hands, we proclaim in our hearts that we are one. One in love and service to God’s people. We are the blessed chosen people of God.

When we give and share the work of our hands, we are certain that He is present in our land. His spirit will lead us always to His Son. We are the blessed chosen people of God.

When we sing and proclaim the Hope in our hearts, we bring peace and will trust in His plans. He is God, almighty and our God of love. We are the blessed chosen people of God.

We are blessed. We are the chosen. We are all children of God.

Consider how things were when we started and then reflect on how things are today. All these lead us to a deeper sense of who we are and why we persist and prosper. Therein lies the hope of a future filled with gratitude, humility, and assurance of God’s abundant love and providence of grace.

Life beyond death. Love beyond the gates. Kindness that transcends hate. What lies beyond your leap of faith?

We sing of the treasures no mortal hands could make and no human eyes have seen.

We realize that the blessing of His gifts is the gift of blessings from all we have received.