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pulchraesamicamea
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O Lord, my heart is grave in sadness,
And the stream that I drink from has dried.
I long for love in the midst of darkness
But am I, a person who is so small before You
To be able to be called worthy of life?
For my burden is heavy and pain has chained me,
And I weep in utter silence, without love.
Am I made for love, O Lord,
Who is so small before Your holy saints?
I, who cannot stand before You without pain,
How can I praise You with my lips?
Yet I still call upon Your name as You know me,
And You have called me to this desert;
So I follow You, and I know that
The touches You make in darkness will cause
Flowers to bloom and streams to flow,
So that people will know You are love.
I praise You for You have been kind to me;
You have tended me to quiet meadows
Where peace flows and the doves fly.
May You, the Blessed Mother, and the Saints
Rejoice as we ponder upon Your infinite love.
And the stream that I drink from has dried.
I long for love in the midst of darkness
But am I, a person who is so small before You
To be able to be called worthy of life?
For my burden is heavy and pain has chained me,
And I weep in utter silence, without love.
Am I made for love, O Lord,
Who is so small before Your holy saints?
I, who cannot stand before You without pain,
How can I praise You with my lips?
Yet I still call upon Your name as You know me,
And You have called me to this desert;
So I follow You, and I know that
The touches You make in darkness will cause
Flowers to bloom and streams to flow,
So that people will know You are love.
I praise You for You have been kind to me;
You have tended me to quiet meadows
Where peace flows and the doves fly.
May You, the Blessed Mother, and the Saints
Rejoice as we ponder upon Your infinite love.
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