And Wisdom's self
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude
Where, with her best nurse Contemplation,
She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings.
~ by John Milton
O Mystery, You are life.I feel you all around
You are the fire in my heart, You are the holy sound.
You are all of life.It is to You I sing.
Grant that I may feel You, always in every thing.
You are the fire in my heart, You are the holy sound.
You are all of life.It is to You I sing.
Grant that I may feel You, always in every thing.