Group 2

After searching night and day After much toil and much pray A mother found her lost child Her tears much, her joy wild A mighty sigh of relief Thus she ended her grief. Else she would forever seek Till at her child have a peek. If we are children of God Then surely we are allowed To be lost, and then found Let God's arms us surround. There's no shame in being lost But to be found, is a must; For God, our mother, will seek To find us safe, although weak, Then in her wild embrace We will find a new place. Union for sure is ahead Perhaps alive, perhaps dead.

With uplifted arms I pray God all knowing, show me Thy way Make me a channel of Thy light Bring to this earth much delight And help me strive to love like Thee And through wisdom, other gods flee. Break the illusion, clearly see And try to live my destiny. Oh God help me know forever Thee Are close to me, with me, in me.

Oh God help me replace my fear With Thy courage, intent, clear; And replace my ignorance With Thy wisdom, my life enhance; And replace all my hatred Instead make love my daily bread; And break the illusion of time Make my life a joyous chime; And God help me in the end All my frailties transcend.

I have had my morning shower And feel like a spring flower, Clad only with a thin layer I begin my daily prayer: "O infinite Intelligence Help me sharpen my every sense Everything that's surrounding me With every sense, feel, hear, see Taste and smell every scent On living life be intent. May I be the complete me Become what I can fully be; May I overcome my every fear With courage obstacles disappear; May I dissolve my every hate Increase my love and patiently wait For its powers to take effect Transform evil in every respect; May I understand Thy Will Toil at it with my every skill; May I do whatever is right Regardless of what it brings at night, May rightness for me be its own reason Omitting Right is worse than treason; May I be among those men Who renew the world and then Sleep sound, with a clear mind Tomorrow begin the same kind Of day, living day by day Relying on Thee to find the way. Finally help me be like men Who live for Life and Thee. Amen."

I prefer white wine to red Because the red goes to my head; I know others who prefer white Because it brings them much delight, Yet some would care more for red Drinking alone or with bread. Bouquet or taste, one may inspire Colour and strength, sets one afire; Each person cares for one kind of wine Yours may be red, and white mine, Yet every wine is just grape juice Fermented, aged, wine shall produce. Each person, like their taste in win Will bow to their own god divine; Father and Son, the Holy Ghost Some consider divine utmost, Jehovah, Allah, even Shiva Lord Krishna, Ahura Mazda. No matter which prophet we profess Mohammed, Moses, or Christ Jesus Abraham, Isaac, Adam, Noah Zarathushtra or Gautama Buddha; Which holy books, Bible or Gita Koran, Torah, Veda, Avesta, They preach the same, same is their source Though we may like a single course We may call God by any name Same power of same divine fame. All of them aspects of the divine No-one can say yours better than mine For we all know that down the line Same grape juice produces many a wine.