I am in love. I am at peace. I am in light, may it never cease.
I am in God, God is myself. I am in love. There’s nothing else.
I am in love, I am in grace. I feel the solace of this space.
I deeply gaze into my eyes. In love, I see my soul arise.
I am in love, I feel the power of soaring bird, of sentient flower,
To know the nurture of God’s nest, in waves of love I have been blessed.
I’m washed in love, in ecstasy, calling me home eternally.
I am complete within my soul, yet still a piece of an infinite whole.
To laugh and dream with childlike joy, each moment seems a brand-new toy
My heart pours out its endless praise, drifting in love for all my days.
I am in love. I am at peace. I am in light, may it never cease.
I am in God, God is myself. I am in love. There’s nothing else.
IN OUR HANDS (from Passages)
©1997, 1998 by Joy Katzen-Guthrie. All rights reserved.
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What right do we have to play small, knowing that every movement counts?
We all own the power to change our world. Beauty and joy lay in our hands.
What right do we have to shrink in fear, hiding from what we're born to be?
We all shine a light that breaks the dark, serving one another with our love.
We are the passion of God. We are the wisdom of life.
We are the vision of all that can be, building new worlds from all that has been.
We are the passion of God. We are the wisdom of life.
We are the vision of all that can be, building new worlds from all that is.
What right do we have to disappear, ignoring the difference we could make?
We all have the force to free our dream, bringing our brilliance to this earth.
What right do we have to shield our hearts, avoiding the legacy we are.
Together, our hands can heal all wounds. United, our souls shall end all pain.
We are the passion of God. We are the wisdom of life.
We are the vision of all that can be, building new worlds from all that has been.
We are the passion of God. We are the wisdom of life.
We are the vision of all that can be, building new worlds from all that is.
What right do we have to play small, knowing that every movement counts?
We all own the power to change our world. Beauty and joy lay in our hands.
What right do we have to play small, knowing that every movement counts?
We all own the power to change our world. Beauty and joy lay in our hands. In our hands. Our hands.
