There be not a person
who walks Earth alone,
Tho' his skin be of lightness
or darkness in tone,
Be he red, brown or yellow,
mixed, black or white,
We are all God's children,
in His Loving Sight.

Brothers and sisters,
are we, one and all,
And each one must hearken
His Archangel's call,
The trumpet rings clearly,
thru' Heaven's blue sky,
As angelic voices,
sing chorals on high.

Gather all peoples,
in the name of Our God,
Kiss Mother Earth,
of God's sacred sod.
Bless healing winds,
all the seas, skies, and land,
Of this bountiful home,
that God gifted man.

Each generous gesture,
from each loving soul,
Helps heal others,
thus making them whole.
When love is received,
its spell grows stronger,
The life of that love,
will then extend longer.

This energy ball,
of pink, loving light,
Grows bigger and stronger,
and lessens the plight,
Of those who are lost,
and struggling in vain,
Whose lives feel hopeless,
and mired in pain.

When the world is enwrapped,
in this pink energy,
And man lives and works,
in divine synergy,
A Smiling God rains,
more blessings from Above,
Of bounty, prosperity,
peace, joy and love.

JL

EA