Special Assemblies


This is my prayer to thee, my Lord
Strike. Strike at the root of penury
In my heart
Give me the strength lightly to
bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love
Fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never to
disown the poor or bend my
Knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise
My mind high above daily trifles
And give me the strength to
Surrender my strength to thy will with love.
From the ‘Gitanjali’ -


Thank you God for the world so sweet
Thank you God for the food we eat
Thank you God for the birds that sing
Thank you God for everything.


A Joyful song of praise we sing,
Our grateful thanks dear lord we bring.
For flowers, birds, trees and fields
and food that fulfills all our needs.
We thank you too for the eyes that see,
The green of trees and the blue of seas.
For ears that hear the whisper of the breeze
For hands & feet that work in peace.
We thank you lord for the care you shower,
On us and others everyday
We thank you lord for this bright day
and others that follow hour to hour.