Your job is to abide in my pastureEating sweet grass and drinking pure water,And sharing both with others—That is a lamb’s business.
[Mary] says her memories Will help those of usNewly come to our Lord’s mercy,To live in His light.
As I leave the gardenI take with me a renewed view,And a quiet soul.
And in blessing himI was blessed,And in comforting himI was comforted…
But never has the Call been so clearAs now, when death’s cool handEases my spirit from my fevered body--And I answer the Call of the Master—The Call to new Heights.
May every voice proclaim thy praise.And every knee bow in thy presenceThe tangible promise of our faith.May thy Charity, like a mantle, Lift us to God on high.
