In realms beyond this mortal plane,
Where celestial angels freely roam,
Resides a being so divine,
Whose love and grace forever shone.
God our Helper, strength and guide,
A fervent light in darkest night,
When burdened hearts begin to sway,
You lead us towards eternal light.
With tender mercy, You embrace,
The weary souls in need of rest,
Through trials, storms, and echoed strife,
Your arms for solace are our nest.
In moments wrought with doubt and fear,
When shadows loom, obscuring sight,
You whisper softly through the storm,
“My child, I am your guiding light.”
When tears cascade like gentle rain,
And sorrow’s touch we can’t evade,
Your soothing touch with golden truth,
Through every storm, our souls pervade.
In joyous days and in despair,
Your presence, ever steadfast near,
Through valleys deep, on mountaintops,
Your loving grace will calm our fear.
Though troubles test our weary hearts,
With grace profound, we shall not falter,
For in Your sacred, endless love,
Our souls find solace, sweet and alter.
So let us lift our voices high,
And sing praises to our Helper divine,
In gratitude we bow and pray,
For in Your love, our hearts entwine.
MARYANN BOSAH 