Sunday, August 15, 2010 11:32:00 AM
My God and I go in the field together;
We walk and talk as good friends should and do,
We clasp our hands, our voices sing with laughter,
My God and I walk thru' the meadow's hue.
He tells me of the years that went before me,
When heavenly plans were made for me to be;
When all was but a dream of dim conception
To come to life, earth's verdant glory see.
My God and I will go for aye together,
We'll walk and talk as good friends should and do.
This earth will pass and with it common trifles
But God and I will go unendingly.
- A. Whithol, W. A. Mozart