As we come together; one day in each week,
We assemble close together; a warm circle of human life,
Simple people; from various walks of life,
Born of a God; visiting a school, dressed in human form,
The earth being our school; where together we learn,
The simple purification; of a divine Soul.
The reason we gather; to heal those built of matter,
The sick and the lost; dis-ease in the world we live in,
Be it our loved ones, be it our foes; this causes no change,
For we our children of the Universe; each playing our roles,
Our aim is to cause; divine light to shine in each dark corner,
To help those who live in the dark; to walk a path of divine order.
Are we doctors or surgeons of science; oh no, nothing so elaborate,
We are but simple mediums; channels of divine love,
The power of our healing; comes not from ourselves,
We purely heal; in the name of a creator,
The power granted by him; our divine source,
Working with healing ministers; we carry out his divine intention,
Aiding those who suffer; disharmony within their Soul.
Our method is not of a new age; very old in fact,
Shown to us by a simple man; name him what you like,
Did he not heal the sick; in the name of our father, our creator,
Did he not heal the blind; with the power of unconditional love,
Was he not a channel; of his father’s divine love,
As I cease pen to paper; I leave you this,
When one believes in divine magic,
One has the power of the universe; at his command.
