
The Spirit of God is my mother
She makes me lie down in freshly laundered sheets
She leads me through the rooms of our house
We call it home and feel at peace
The shadow part of me holds less fear
For she has been my comfort and is teaching me to comfort myself
At the end of the day we meet at the table to eat
We shut the door on our enemies
Leaving them out in the cold
We raise a full glass and quietly toast
The days of our lives
And the places where we live
The beauty of our souls
For ever