A few of my “birth day” gifts

Today I journaled in a new, fuller way, based on the seven steps in a book called Writing Down Your Soul.

We were given a new prayer. We used to say: God is the love I am the love God is the love I am the God . . . Now we say: we are the love, we are the love, we are the love, we oui, whee, WOW.

And two songs come to mind. First, “This is my song.”

Why is my heart so light?
Why are the stars so bright?
Why is the sky so blue
Since the hour I met you?

Flowers are smiling bright
Smiling for our delight
Smiling so tenderly
For all the world, you and me

I know why the world is smiling
Smiling so tenderly
It hears the same old story
Through all eternity

Love, this is my song
Here is a song, a serenade to you
The world cannot be wrong
If in this world there is you

[Chorus:]
I care not what the world may say
Without your love there is no day
So, love, this is my song
Here is a song, a serenade to you

[Instrumental]

The second is by Ricky Byars Beckwith, “Blessed Always,” and is sung, with everyone in the congregation holding hands, at the end of each Sunday service at New Thought Center for Spiritual Living.

Blessed always, blessed always,
For the arms of God surround us.
May our joy be so triumphant
That we rest in God and say “Amen.”